CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Having Grant attend to my zipper might come with some strange emotions, but that won't keep me from remembering that he's my nemesis-Muna

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to just barge in on you like that," Grant apologised while feasting his eyes on Muna's body.

"Sorry for yourself. I'm sure you walked in on purpose. How did you know I wasn't properly dressed?" She queried, tugging the jumpsuit into place and trying to draw up the zipper.

"Let me help with that," Grant suggested, unsure of why he even wanted to help in the first place.

Muna did her best to ignore the tingling sensation she was feeling due to Grant's fingers on her back.

"Can you just zip up the damn thing and leave me alone?" She frowned, trying to sound annoyed, but the words came out sounding breathless instead.

It took a whole lot of self control from Grant to pull his eyes away from the designer bra that she had on as he zipped up the jumpsuit.

Finally decent, Muna sat on her chair behind her desk and said