Bad Boss: An Office Romance
he muttered, clenching my thighs between his palms.
“I’ve done nothing but be professional,” I said sweetly, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck. “You’re the one who lifted me up and threw me against the wall.”
His scowl deepened. Licking his lips, he sneered, “I don’t see you complaining.”
I glanced down at his chest where his shirt was opened, noticing the indent of his pecs. The urge to see him naked was stronger than ever.
With a daring hand, I traced the indent. “It’s not a wise decision to complain about your boss.”