Marcus
I drove to Anna Petrov’s house. Being summoned by the matriarch of the Petrov family was daunting. My eyes automatically flicked to the back seat. I sighed. The habit of taking a peek at Lorena’s beautiful face was so ingrained. I missed her. But I was trying really hard not to.
She was getting under my skin. Her flirtations, her constant updates. I crave to hear from her, but I can’t let her know how I feel, because she’s my boss. Or rather, her brother is, but she’s my charge. It would be highly unprofessional to flirt or more with the woman I am in charge of keeping safe. It was bad enough that I’ve been jerking off to her image for the last nine months. Every photo she sends me, I save. Last night's dress was phenomenal on her. She looked stunning. I was consumed by jealous
