Don't Let Him Down

Ivy followed those long and slender fingers as they moved upward. The muscular patterns on the arm were sharply defined, exuding a deadly sensuality.

She unconsciously swallowed.

Soon, realizing her loss of composure, she shook her head.

‘Ivy, get a grip!’ She wanted to sober herself up, but the more she tried, the more rapid her breathing became. Even the clock on the wall seemed to speed up at her thought, as if urging something.

She looked around, and the bright light in the study had turned into a warm, ambiguous glow, causing her heart to race and her mouth to go dry.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the world spun around her, and Shawn lifted her onto his lap. Her small hand gripped the white collar of his shirt, increasing the pressure due to her nervousness.

The button on the collar gave way and fell to the ground.

‘Oh no!’

Ivy internally sighed. She closed her eyes and her ears turned bright red.

Shawn was quite pleased with Ivy's reaction. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Is it