Forbidden Desire: The Billionaire’s Plaything
Elodie said, peeking through her fingers.
“Awfully realistic.” Suzy scooted closer, lowering her voice. “I’ve been there. My first month here, I caught Monsieur adjusting himself in the library after dismissing me early. He didn’t even pretend to look away. I felt… seen. Terrified. Wet.” She flexed her fingers. “Then you called me, and the moment passed.”
Elodie’s eyes widened. “You and Monsieur?”
“Never touched. But the wanting? That’s a live wire.” Suzy shrugged. “Point is, I know what it’s like to hear your name gasped in the dark by someone who signs your paycheck.”