Nora's POV

Sexual tension.

I glare at my boss through my glasses from where I'm seated with my legs crossed. I am pissed off at the new order he is bringing to the clan, and God do I hate his stupidly handsome face and the way he smirks at me.

We like to pretend it's because we hate each other that we glare like this but it's obviously sexual tension hanging thick in the air between us the same way my pussy is soaking wet between my legs.

My mouth and mind can keep cursing at him and ...