Damien

“Ms. Crystal is here,” Johnathon said, speaking through our intercom.

Before I could remind him that she didn’t need to be announced or tell him to send her in, the door to my office opened. Pushing back on my desk chair, I scanned from Ella’s beautiful hair to her shiny shoes, pausing on all the curves in between.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, coming around my desk and leaning down for a kiss.

After our ...