Chapter 48 You Want a Hickey? I’ll Pick the Spot
- So, under the sympathetic stares of the staff, Nora Clarke walked toward the CEO's office.
- Jordan Dawson sat behind his desk in a sharp suit, papers stacked in front of him. He was clearly already at work.
- His gaze swept over Nora’s fitted blazer and skirt, lingering way too boldly where her curves showed.