AYLA
Six months later
It took me days rolling into weeks and then months, to realize working for Don Cassian was life threatening—not to mention the sexual tension between us.
Carrying files, organizing meetings that brought me in close contact with men who ruled this world did nothing to stop my attraction to Don Cassian.
We'd survived brushing hands, sparks through our fingers touching, heated sexual gaze and body heat.
Call all of these the uncultured-virgin-lust and I wouldn't mind.
I'd played the personal secretary part for six months, and I needed the other six months to remain that way.
As much as I wanted a taste of him, I wanted him to forget about the other part of the contract.
I walked in front of the pink mirror hanging on my dresser.
"Hair too low." I sighed in frustration, looking for an angle that gave me a different look.
I pulled it high. "Too high. Face all out."
I checked the time 7:50am.
Shit.
