CHAPTER 302 LURE

  Ben Saintclare is like a striding storm.

  The eye of the simmering force of the strongest hurricane.

  He takes the folder that one of the other men extends to him and after issuing some commands, his followers dispersed like a speed of a bullet as they ride back on the elevator. God. He's the hottest male ass I have ever seen.

  "Coral." He snapped.

  Coral leaped on her feet and stood up from her desk. "Have you cleared my schedule?" He asks.

  Coral nods. "Yes sir. I've already rescheduled everything for tomorrow."

  Ben glanced at me, "Have you called Dean?" He asks.

  "Yes sir. Your car is already here."

  "Very well." He commented and felt him walking closer to me.

  "Miss Thibault." He calls out so I quickly stood on my feet just like Coral.

  "Yes... Sir?" I answered and felt like I was answering a military officer.