Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
"Uh. Should I?"
"Start reading," she says, without looking at him. Her fingers drum against the desk, a staccato rhythm. "We don’t have all day."
Neither do we, Lilian.
I give them twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes of forced proximity, of Lilian’s perfume..something dark and floral, like crushed violets, seeping into the space between them.
Twenty minutes of her crossing and uncrossing her legs, the hem of her skirt riding higher with each shift.