Michael
It was hard to see the road in front of me. I kept picturing those eyes. Those beautiful, bright eyes.
I tried to shake thoughts of her out of my head but she continued to find her way back in. Something about her was alluring and intriguing.
I tried to remind myself that she was my boss’s daughter, that nothing could ever happen between us, but my thoughts kept turning back to images of her and fantasies with her.
I hardened my expression as I pulled up to the dark warehouse. It looked abandoned, but there were two black cars parked on the other side. I frowned.
I opened the car door and could hear two of the men bantering a short distance from the warehouse.
"I wonder what kind of punk they sent. He’s got to be some kind of pussy taking orders from a woman," scoffed one.
I rolled my eyes. Clearly, he didn’t have a good enough idea who Sara Deverioux was. I was certain she could destroy him. If he kept talking like that, I would do it for her.