Chapter Thirty Three.

"Miss Cross," His rich accent sweeps over me and I pause typing to turn my head and gaze at him.

Instantly my breath catches when our eyes collide. He looks handsome this morning and I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth full of arousal as my eyes slowly travel up his body. 

Black Italian oxford dress shoes, draped by grey slacks hugging his muscular thighs, a crimson red tie over his white long sleeve shirt and a grey vest matching the colour of his pants. 

"Come to my office in two minutes." He requests standing outside my office door.

I open my mouth to reply but quickly clamp it shut as he doesn't bother to wait for my answer and walks into his office.

I look over my computer, discreetly watching through the window between our offices as he hangs up his jacket he has draped over his forearm and sits behind his desk. 

My eyes shift to the photo I have of Sandro next to my computer and I let out a sigh full of miser