Chapter 38
Layla’s POV
A scorching flush instantly flooded my cheeks at his raw words.
The sensation of his thumb casually teasing the sensitive skin right near the edge of my soaked panties sent a sharp, involuntary tremor straight to my core.
“You’re ridiculous,” I choked out, dramatically fanning my face with my hand and quickly turning to stare out the passenger window, trying—and failing—to hide the breathless shudder that wracked my body.
The drive to the corporate headquarters was brief, the air inside the luxury car thick with an unbearable, lingering tension.
When Mateo pulled into the executive parking bay, he didn’t unbuckle his seatbelt.
He turned his head, his pitch-black gaze dragging slowly over the deep cleavage spilled across my silk blouse before meeting my eyes
