CHAPTER 50 – Ethan

I glanced up just as Olivia Wayland breezed into my office, long hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her pinup body was perfectly encased in a navy pencil skirt and hot pink silk shirt. Her lip stick was shiny and sticky and made her plump lips look good enough to eat. I felt my suit pants tightening. “Good morning, Miss Tennyson,” I willed my voice not to betray my arousal to her presence. She turned to look at my clock and I saw her perfect heart shaped ass. She needed to stop...