A Master Intern and her Submissive Boss
His disinterest in the lectures was obvious; his real reason for being in the classroom was just to gaze at Luna Cruz from a nearer perspective.
She was, in every sense, breathtakingly beautiful.
Her eyes were ink-black, shimmering with an emerald sheen at certain angles. Her eyelashes, long and curled like tiny hooks, seemed to captivate people effortlessly. Her lips, exceptionally thin, appeared impassive yet exuded warmth. A kiss from her would surely be an unimaginably delightful experience.
Daniel Quinn's breathing tightened.
Would he react just by looking at her like this?
What kind of person had Luna Cruz conditioned him to become now? Even more pitiful was the fact that Luna Cruz, th