Chapter 55

A small smile broke across Rafael's face when he saw Ruhi walk into his office the next day. Dressed in navy blue slacks and a yellow shirt, she looked at his expression uncertainly, wondering if he was also thinking about his hands under her violet skirt. She made sure she was in control this time by not wearing a skirt.

She was still recovering from the effect of a wet dream she had early in the morning where his voice was husky, thick with desire, confessing his feelings for her. 

Rafael wasn't thinking about her skirt, but about how much sexier she looked yesterday in his white shirt. He wasn't sure what he would have done to her if she had let him rip it off. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink under his hungry gaze, wondering what he was thinking about. Shaking off all unwanted thoughts, he smirked at her arrogantly and stopped her from taking a seat.

"Ms. Mirambika Bakul. You aren't my wife here, but an ordinary employee like anyone else workin