Seduced by my Bosses
Just then, Alex walked into the room.
Shirtless.
My eyes widened. He wore nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans that hugged his hips and left little to the imagination. His abs were perfectly sculpted, and every line and dip of muscle was on full display.
Holy. Shit.
I was shamelessly staring at his V-line, mouth slightly open, until—
“You’ve got a little drool there,” Asher teased, biting back a laugh.
Heat rushed to my face as I tore my gaze away, mortified. Alex, of course, looked completely unfazed.
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