KEIRA’s POV

The knock came again, and I began to curse harshly under my breath. Whoever was behind that door had ruined the perfect moment for me. I was close to having Clint in my grasp and between my aching legs.

Clint let out a sigh and looked at his wristwatch.

"I do not have an appointment; who could that be?" Clint muttered under his breath.

"Mr. Homer? You have a guest," his secretary piped from behind the door.

"Guest? Does he have an appointment?" Clint ...