Layla's POV

Jesus, what is this?

Heat pooled between my thighs as his breath fanned my neck. I hated how fast my body reacted to him.

“I’m focused,” I said, my heart drumming faster than my breath.

He studied me like he didn’t quite believe it. There was a pause. A faint curl sat at the edge of his lips. Then he turned and walked back behind his desk. “Close the door on your way out.”

I stood there for a second too long, clutching the folder.

“Miss Handerson,” he ...