Twenty

Dimitri’s POV

As soon as Valeria went out of sight, I stormed into the building. What did she mean Summer was in there, waiting for me? She had not told me she was going to drop by the office. I stared at my phone. Not a missed call from her.

I threw open the door of my office and blinked at the sight that met my eyes. No wonder Valeria had looked as though one could fry an egg on her cheeks. Summer was sprawled on my couch, legs widespread, naked as the day she was born. Her hair fell over her shoulders and partly hid her breasts. A large trench coat lay discarded on the floor next to her. An odd assortment of sex toys lay scattered on the floor next to the trenchcoat. She had turned towards me when she heard the door open and a welcoming smile played along her lips.

"Hi, baby," she purred. "I've been wondering where you were. Surprised to see me. Why don't you come on over here?"

I was so furious that I couldn't speak for a moment. I shut the door at once in case anyone of my