Ivonne’s POV

“We have to go Tobias,” I announced the moment I stepped foot into his office.

“Go where?” He implored, shifting his stare from the file in his hand to me, his thick brows creasing as he leaned back in his seat, the versace button up white shirt he had on above blue slacks, not closed till his neck as expected.

His eyes swept my form, lips curling in admiration as he bit his bottom lip, his gaze darkening. “You look beautiful babe, so beautiful that I want to rip that ...