Chantelle

As soon as I walked through the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side, trapping me between the wall and his hard body.

I sucked in a deep breath as heat spread to my cheeks. His expensive cologne wafted through the air. I felt trapped. “Mr. Locke…” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“Do you make a habit of undermining your boss?”

I furrowed my brow. “What?”

He leaned in closer so he was only a breath away. “Let me make that clear: do you make a habit ...