17

“Is that so?”

I rolled my eyes at Anthony when he responded to what Trent had said. I tried to move out of his grip but tightened his hold on me and sent me a warning look. I sighed and leaned on his body. I blushed when I felt his hand start to move softly on my lower back, almost close to the top of my ass. I gulped and lifted my head off his chest.

“I will take my leave now. I still have some paperwork left to check,” Trent said and I saw him walk into my line of vision.

I offered him a smile and he returned it before leaving the office. The moment I was certain he was out of earshot, I moved out of Anthony's arm and smacked him on the shoulder.

“Really? What did I tell you about PDAs at work?” I asked, trying to juggle his memory.

“When it comes to him, I'll act like the perfect boyfriend. I don't trust that man, especially since he's been sent here by my dad, I've said this before. He seems smart and I don't like it.”

I rolled my eyes and went to the desk where the food bag was.