"Mr Martino" She whispered fiercely, nervously rearranging the documents in her hands, then caught herself as he regarded her cooly.
"Mr. Martino" She repeated again, this time with a clearer voice, he angled his head slightly to the right and studied her, his hands in his pockets giving a cool and nonchalant aura.
"Miss Bellamy, Franklin's niece" he mused, and Celeste nodded vehemently. He looked above her to the door where the groans had been coming from earlier.
"Open the door Bellamy" He purred the words with deadly intent that had Celeste backing up slightly against the door. She was scared he would fire her for watching people fuck instead of leaving the premises.
' Heaven help me, how long has he been standing behind me?' She wondered as his smoldering whiskey eyes slid from the door to her jade eyes.
