Chapter 81
Cameron
"Are you serious?" I say, looking at Lenora, who's crouched beneath my desk in my office.
"I saw it in a movie—actually several movies," she says, tilting her head against my thigh, looking up at me through her lashes.
She's so pretty.
"I'm at work," I mutter, though it comes out weak, because we both know I'm already giving in.
"I know," she murmurs, her hand sliding dangerously higher. "This way, even when you're at work, you'll think of me."
"I always think of you," I whisper, my voice rougher than intended.
Her lips curl into that maddening smirk, the one that always spells trouble.
"Cameron Anderson," she purrs, "CEO, Alpha wolf, mine—and right now, my personal experiment."
"Experiment?" I arch an eyebrow, my hand twitching where it rests against the arm of my chair.
"Mm-hmm," she hums, nails grazing my inner thigh. "How much can I distract you before you break that oh-so-perfect composure?"
