Chapter 90

• CHAPTER 90 A PASSIONATE CHEMIST
• Amelie Mackenzie
• I exaggerated the movement of my hips as I left Sawyer’s office, fully aware that the handsome Mr. Briston was trailing behind me, his eyes fixed on me as if nothing in the world mattered more than the sight of my long legs and hourglass figure. Sometimes, I cursed the beauty my mother had passed down to me, as it inevitably made me the center of male attention. But that wasn’t the real problem. The complications began when they tried to claim more than just admiration. Because I had one small flaw: I was an uncontrolled nymphomaniac, and that probably kept me from ever truly falling in love.