Roxy’s POV It was a new day at the office but my mission was still the same. Aaron West. I knocked mildly at his door before stepping into his office. And there he was. Mr. Hard Face. Mr. Commanding. Mr. “I-own-every-air-you-breathe.” He was on a call, pacing across the room, voice deep and rough like a devil whispering in a dark room. His tone wasn't loud, but it filled the room. I swear even the walls leaned in to listen. But it wasn’t just the room. It was me too. I was completely tuned into him. I stood still, trying not to stare, but failing miserably. Those black pants hugged his thighs too well. I was biting my lip but ofcourse he couldn’t see. I tilted my head, tracking him as he moved. No. I wasn’t tracking. I was digesting. I was digesting this tall, consuming man before me. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing sculpted arms that looked like they were carved for sin. And that hair—God—I wanted to tangle my fingers in it, just to see how he’d
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