AYLA
"Hello, miss Ayla."
That out of character intro would have made earned a good laugh from me if it had come from anyone else.
I didn't laugh.
There was nothing funny about him in this boardroom.
There was nothing funny about how he'd just tricked his way into my job, and maybe my life.
He stood there, his confidence and aura sitting like a signage above his head.
Cassian Moretti's eyes stayed on me beneath thick lashes. The way men with his kind of influence and power looked at their prized possession.
His shoulders looked broader than I remembered.
I felt the familiar tingle on my skin resurrect.
My eyes drank him in. Swallowed him whole and still weren't even satisfied.
He looked like a whole ass meal.
A sprinkle of darkness, a touch of hotness, and messy, sexy hair.
Every curve of him seemed to evolve each time I saw him.
