He regards me thoughtfully. “The only woman I’m guilty of ogling is my wife.”
I was wrong; hiring Rose wasn’t the threat. This is the threat. His proximity, his words, his scent. That sinful, intoxicating look in his eye.
“Especially in that dress,” he murmurs, letting his gaze slide over my body with admiration.
I chose a soft cotton slip dress this morning, the same as I’ve been doing every day since I came home. It’s clingy but comfortable, and simple as could be. With the way Misha is devouring me, though, you’d think it was made of lace and whipped cream.
“Stop what?” he asks innocently.
“Looking at me like I’m a snack that you’re about to gobble up.”
He grabs me suddenly and seats me right onto my new desk. I’m not sure how he managed to get my dress up so fast, but his hand is
