Chapter 4

He pushed away the thought of her beneath him, tried to make his body not care.

Juliana sauntered into the room. “Can’t we kiss and make up?”

“I think we need to have a little talk first.”

“Fuck first, talk later.” She came behind the desk, leaned down and kissed him.

He held her away from him, feeling the flush, the memory of Miguel ogling her. “Talk now.”

She leaned against his desk, her arms back, her breasts thrust out. Silence.

He kept his gaze on the desk, not sure if he could take looking at her beauty and her feral eroticism, trying not to think about her warm skin just inches away from him. “Juliana, what’s going on with you? Why did you do that today?”

She shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

“It isa big deal! To me and those kids. Guys that age, they’re nuts. You can’t go flashing it in their faces and not have them respond. Miguel was practically licking the sweat off you this afternoon.”

“Mmmmm. Sounds nice.”