A faint sheen of sweat formed on Amanda's forehead as she froze under Carl's heated gaze.. Her breath hinged in her throat as his touches sent her nerves in a fucking frenzy.

“Every single f**g thing about you turn me on..” He whispered in her ears and that didn't end well, as Amanda felt a pool of frustration within her.

What does he take her for? Does he think she's one of those girls or skanks who'd die to have him bury his d**k in them?

Granted, she was at the verge of giving in but when she remembered why she was here—working till she paid up for his phone...