Chapter 88 Poking The Tyrant
- Aria's breath caught sharply as she pressed a hand against George's chest, pushing him back—but it was too gentle. Too damn gentle.
- "George," she hissed, her voice strained with something that didn’t belong in a workplace. "I’m at work."
- "And?" George smirked, not an ounce of hesitation in him. "What, is your boss some kind of tyrant who won’t let you have visitors?"