Chapter 59 In The Middle Of An Interview
- "Then do that to me," she smiled coyly, gently holding his collar as she pressed her body against his abs, imprinting him on her.
- "You’re not getting anything from me. Go to bed," he said icily, peeling her fingers from his shirt.
- His phone beeped on the nightstand, so he tore himself away from her and stepped outside to answer it.