Monica's POV
I drifted back to consciousness on the plush leather couch in Morris's executive office, his expensive suit jacket draped over my legs. After our passionate encounter—the kind that left me completely satisfied and utterly spent—I had apparently dozed off right there in his office.
Opening my eyes, I spotted Morris at his desk, the picture of corporate power and composure. Anyone walking in would never guess what we'd been doing an hour earlier. He sat there in his crisp white shirt and lead-gray vest, one finger thoughtfully pressed against his temple as he reviewed documents. The sight of him so focused and authoritative sent a flutter through my chest. Handsome didn't begin to describe him.
He must have sensed my gaze because he glanced up, flashing that devastatingly charming smile that always made my heart race. Setting down his pen, he rose from his chair and approached me with deliberate steps.
