—Amira—The whole room floated away, desire blooming like a forbidden flower inside me.When had he flown back? He was supposed to be in a meeting with the president.“Mr. Rivera?” Joyce squealed and scooted to his side. “I-I thought you wouldn't make it.”“It's simple courtesy to honor an invitation,” he replied, eyes still locked on me. Before he finally looked at her. “Happy birthday.”She grinned and scratched her ear. “Thank you, sir.”At the moment he looked away, it was as if my senses returned. But his cologne continued to unravel me... reminding me of the times I was in his arms.I sipped my drink and fidgeted with the stem of my glass.“So glad to have you, sir,” Joyce said, and led him to our couch. “Amira. Come over,” she beckoned.I let out a breath and joined them.Conversations resumed, and the DJ went back to work, throwing in an afrobeat that thumped the speakers.“Good evening, sir,” I mumbled.There was a smirk in his eyes as if he were replaying how he’d messed with
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