Carmela was this close to poking a few extra holes into him purely out of spite.
His smug grin—relaxed, confident, entirely too pleased with himself was infuriating.
But that was when she suddenly became aware of how close they actually were.
She was sitting right on his lap.
Her legs were spread on either side of him, her body pressed flush against his chest, her weight settled comfortably there, as if it were the most natural place in the world.
From the outside, it probably looked absurdly intimate.
Like a noble lord lounging behind his desk while his personal secretary perched on him, whispering secrets.
The realization sent a sudden spark of heat through her body.
Her lips pressed together. 'Absolutely not.'
She tried to push herself up immediately, intending to put distance between them before Cassius could say anything unbearable.
But shockingly, the moment she shifted her weight, her legs gave out completely.
