I think I should get myself under control. Roman is my boss - however unconventional our current project - and I shouldn't be thinking the things I'm thinking right now. Or feeling all of the blood rush between my legs. He has me wrapped around his finger, and we both know it.

"Felicia?" he prompts.

Hearing his tongue roll around my name makes my knees weak.

"I... I think you're right," I say.

"Mm. Anything else?"

I'm not sure ...