Nathan was already watching her, his gaze unreadable. “The report?” he asked, his tone once again calm, businesslike. XXX Controlled. He came to a stop beside her desk, close enough that the heat radiating from him brushed her bare arms beneath her blouse. Close enough that his cologne wrapped around her, thick and heady. Could be fun. Nathan’s gaze flickered to the computer screen behind her. “It’s almost done,” she admitted, her fingers tightening around the edge of her desk. Then he dragged them aside, the slow, deliberate friction sending a shudder through her. The polished wood was cool against her palms, a sharp contrast to the heat blooming under her skin. A deep warmth curled low in her stomach at the thought.
Actors:
Bodo Froto / Cindarella T
