My wife(weekend hired wife)

As they waited to depart. Nevena tried not to squirm under her boss's watchful sharp gaze. It seemed her boss was looking at her too much for her liking.

She tucked the strands falling on her forehead behind her ears.

Why was he watching her like that?

Kamala looked at his PA. The heels she wore seemed to be tight and pinched her feet. He had to say she was looking like a lady boss. Especially the white colour suited her perfectly…only if she was sane.

He kept scrutinising her from toe to head. His eyes stopped at her chest area…her succulent breasts looked so small such that they could fit in his large hands. The black vest she wore beneath the suit, complemented her outfit.

"You should've worn the pumps" he simply said and looked back at the stash of papers before him.

"And why is that if I may ask?" Nevena asked, raising her brows a little.

"Where we're going, there's sand and you won't be able to walk properly with heels on sand," he said, still focusing on his work. Nevena neve