His Faulty Secretary

days since

way his hand felt on her, and the intense look in his ey

bout him like this," she t

g her out of her thoughts. A new mess

see you in

now? She swallowed her nerves, grabbed he

gers hanging over the doorknob. "I can do it. Just be pr

h, knocked gently, an

." Her words died off

fr

putting on a pristine white dress shirt. Ashley couldn't help he

d flushed. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

I...uh...I didn't mean to..." she said, fumbling wit

his gaze never leaving her. "But it seems l

ed to regain her composure. "I'm sorry, I d

d, showing his toned abs. "You don't seem too sorry, Ashley.

am. "It won't happen again," she managed

th warm on her ear. "You're a

She couldn't help but notice how near he was and how appealing h

nish the report," Ashley mu

air behind her ear. His touch was gentle yet deliberate, making her shud

tempting to retain her

fixed on hers. "You should know by

feel fully exposed. Damien's fingers stayed near her face fo

antly, turning away and buttoning up

incident. She couldn't trust herself to say anything else, s

r desk and attempted

have this i

ng heavily involved in both the mafia and her normal responsibilities as a secretary. But

s for a time and t

s, As

re of him shirtless kept creeping up in her

mind was still racing with memories of Damien, his smile, his taunting com

ase stop? He is my bos

asleep, her subcon

n closer, his hands resting on her hips. He peered down at her wit

en said quietly, sending

ushed his lips on her neck. Her entire body felt li

his hands moved over her body. The tension was excruciating, and just as she felt she

r body drenched in sweat. She sat up in bed,

uldn't believe she'd had such a

he emotions from the dream. But it was useless. Her heart ra

ning as she prepared for work. "It was only a dream. Sh

, she knew th

a wet dream about someone a secret, espe

hould see a