Chapter Fifty-Three

Reese’s POV

Reese sat on the couch in Troy’s office and stared out of the window behind his desk. Cleo was sitting behind Drake’s desk while he leaned on the edge, shielding her from Troy’s view. Russo had his feet on the coffee table and Reese contemplated laying her head on his lap. It looked too inviting.

Russo grinned and patted his lap and Reese chuckled. “Troy will hurt you,” she whispered.

Russo shrugged and leaned closer to her. “Maybe I like a little pain.”

Reese burst out laughing and covered her mouth with her hand as Drake glanced at them. Troy was typing away furiously on his laptop and didn’t even raise his head. He was too caught up in whatever he was doing to notice.

Reese lay her head down on Russo’s lap and shifted her legs onto the couch. Drake muffled a chuckle and turned towards them. “You know, Russo, I’ve been in the shower with her, naked. She kissed me in this office and I’ve had my fingers in her.”

Russo barked out a laugh and Drake grunted as Troy pushed him