Chapter 63: Fell Right Into My Arms

When Jayla saw me walk in, she barely acknowledged me, all cool indifference. I was used to it. The grudge between us wasn't something that could be smoothed over in a day. Suddenly, she stood up, arms folded high and proud across her chest. The move pushed her already noticeable curves even higher, and my gaze flicked there before I could help it. That dark, professional outfit with her icy demeanor-she was stunning, the kind of cool beauty that could stop traffic. Pretending I wasn't thinking...