The minute I saw her walk through those fucking doors I knew I was fucked. I knew she was there before I laid my eyes on her. She was like a fucking siren whose song had me on a chokehold.
It didn't help that she looked so fucking gorgeous. She was wearing a soft pink dress that showed off her long creamy legs and cleavage. And her hair? When the fuck did she get bangs?
They made her look even more gorgeous. I wondered how I was going to take my eyes off her when she looked like that. It killed me that every single man in that room saw exactly what I saw.
It made me want to gauge everyone's eyes out that dared to look at her in a suggestive manner. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that.
I'm going to kill Boris.
That fucking shit should have told me she was thinking of coming. Confronting him was going to have to wait. I had business dealings to deal with at the moment.
