ARIA'S POV - 1:47 PM
The afternoon was absolute torture.
Aria sat at her desk, the vibrator humming on low inside her....a constant, maddening presence that made concentration impossible. Every time she shifted in her chair, every time she crossed her legs, every time she simply existed, she felt it.
Felt the reminder that Damien controlled her pleasure. That he could make her come with the press of a button. That her body belonged to him in ways that went far beyond the physical.
She'd managed to respond to exactly three emails in the past hour. Three. Her inbox had forty-seven unread messages, and she couldn't focus on any of them because all her attention was centered on the sensation between her thighs and the man watching her from his office.
At 1:47, the vibration intensified.
Not enough to make her come, but enough to make her gasp, her hands gripping the edge of her desk.
