บท 41: Chapter 41

“Yes?” He touched his tongue to his upper lip; he knew where I’d like to have him. His gaze dropped to his plate, and he seemed to contemplate a cherry tomato that he chased around with his fork. He managed to capture it and raised it to his mouth, sliding it past his lips. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth, and he fuckingknew it; his smile was wicked. “As tempting as a position under you—I assume it would be under you, wouldn’t it…Joe? As tempting as that is, I think I’ll have to decline. I like the structure…State…has to offer.”

Structure, my ass. “If you ever change your mind, baby, just let me know. You’d make Director in nothing flat, I guarantee it.”