Chapter 105

• WEST'S POV
• "Toilet." I say between gritted teeth, trying the best I can not to have eye contact with any of the directors. I struggle to drag my suit down to cover the growing erection between my thighs; that is why it is so messy. I pick up my phone, leaving my bag and files on the table so that it won't look suspicious, although I'm going to my suite, and I don't have any plans of returning to this 'very' interesting meeting.
• SAMANTHA'S POV