Emilia scrambled all over the floor for the fallen papers. "My apologies, Mr. Jo—B-boss."
She was stuttering, scrambling like she'd caught us in a very bad scandalous act.
Fuck! I was so pissed off with Harley, I hadn't thought someone would walk in on us, at least not without knocking. Though, why the heck did she barge into my office without knocking? I'd have to straighten that out with Emilia. No entering my office without knocking.
"Pfft." A sudden chuckle from the woman in my arms. Harley had her head tilted, grinning at Emilia with a look in her eyes that I couldn't comprehend. Why was she smirking? This wasn't a situation for that, for goodness sake. None of this was funny.
I stepped toward Emilia and took the documents from her. "We need to talk later, you can leave. I'll call for you."
That was an overreaction from her if you asked me. I mean it wasn't like I was doing something obscene with Harley.
