Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
“What… what do you mean?”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, and his hand slid to my waist, his fingers slipped past the edge of my yoga pants, while his knee grazed my warm middle. “Come on, Delilah. You’ve seen how I look at you. That spark between us, it’s electric. Let me show you what real appreciation feels like.”
I froze, my happiness turned sour, pushing me into unease. “Armani, I appreciate the promotion, but I’m not… that’s not how I want to earn it.”