Monica's POV
I collapsed into my office chair, my knees weak and trembling. Somehow, I'd maintained my professional facade through that entire fiasco, but inside I was a mess. That woman, Vicky Murphy, was truly insufferable. Never did I imagine my day would take such a turn. When Mr. Lorenzo had wrapped his strong arm around my waist to prevent me from falling and pulled me against his firm chest, it caught me completely off guard. The unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressed against my back had certainly jolted me awake. But it was his hot breath against my ear as he whispered not to move away that sent a wave of heat coursing through my body, leaving me embarrassingly wet and throbbing in places I hadn't felt stir since that company dance. Now here I was, stunned that my incredibly handsome boss had been rock hard against me.
"Monica, you're in serious trouble," I muttered to myself.
