Michael's POV
I cleared my throat and forced my attention toward Lisha, who waited at the opposite end of my office space.
"Please come in, Lisha. Take a seat." I motioned toward the conference table.
She nodded and settled into her chair. My eyes immediately found Allyson.
"Allyson," I said, my tone controlled yet commanding.
"Join us."
She paused briefly before moving forward.
That's when my muscles tensed.
The dress she wore hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her perfect form and making my hands itch to touch her, to trace every line.
What captured my attention most was how she moved with slight hesitation, her legs pressed together as if she were struggling against something.
Still resisting me.
"Sit here," I instructed, lowering myself into the chair at the table's head, settling back with casual dominance.
Allyson looked at me with a small smile, though I detected irritation flickering in her expression.
