Immediately after breakfast, Andrew sped out of the house saying he had something to do. Leonardo's eyebrows folded as he glanced at the unfinished food his friend had left. Where was he rushing to?
Sylvia coughed slightly, disrupting Leonardo's train of thoughts as she pushed her plate to the middle of the table. Leonardo cursed himself for not saying something about the dress she wore, how the colour completed her smooth fair skin, how the v neck of the dark exposed her bare neck making his lower stomach burn of intensity whenever she swallowed.
The amount of self control he had to practise last night knowing she was under his roof made him wonder why she had such power over him; a power she was blinded to.
He watched her smoothen her dress and grab her black bag that was on the next seat.
"Sir," she began as she stood up. "I'll be going to the office now."
"Sir?" he repeated, tilting his head to lock eyes with her.
