One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss
Maybe he’s even behind those photos.
“Can I ask you a question?” My voice came out louder and more confident than it should in such a situation.
Lincoln’s eyes darkened, his smirk fading slightly. Then he nodded. “Sure.”
“But,” he added, his voice taking on a playful edge, “there’s a rule here. For every question you ask me, you must repay with an answer to one of my questions.”
I frowned. “Fine.”
Lincoln leaned forward slightly, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes sharp as I threw the question at him.