Alessia

My eyes scanned the beautiful office that has all sorts of fashion patterns design, wall art, and awards. "You haven't met the woman yet, but you're sweating already." I glared at Marco who had been chewing gum and pressing on his phone since our arrival at Mrs. Martinez's office.

"I am not sweating. Mind your business." I hissed out. I don't even know why Angelo chose him. Of all people. Kelvin or Elijah would've been better. Not a big mouth like Marco. Who can't stop teasing me about last night in the car.

"Save your sweat for your hot night with Angelo later." This time around I didn't hold...