~Sienna~

The door is left open when I arrive. Norman stand by his desk, his back to me, his suit jacket lies discarded on the back of his chair.

“Don’t move.” He says as the door softly clicks shut.

My body flush red, my eyes fixed on the back of his head. My legs tremble slightly, still unsteady from earlier.

Norman turns around slowly, eyes sharp and intense, raw with heat. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing a glimpse of his broad hairy chest.

Goosebumps rise ...