GEORGE POV

“Mr George, Mr George… you haven’t signed the order for the construction of the new hostel to begin,” MY secretary called after me.

I stopped right in front of the elevator and waited for her to catch up with me. She did eventually, but she was out of breath.

The movement caused her full breast to pop out of her tiny blouse more. I stared at the rise and fall of her chest, and I imagine how fast it would go if I thrust into her.

“Mr George,” her sultry voice snapped me back to the present.

My eyes landed on her blue ones, and the unmistakable desire...