Theresa.
A soft, electronic chime echoed through the small space as the silver elevator doors glided open, revealing the brightly lit hallway of the top floor.
I slowly lifted my head from the warm center of Lugard's chest, stepping away to smooth down my clothes.
I turned and walked out onto the plush carpet of the corridor, but I had barely managed to take three steps before a warm grip wrapped tightly around my fingers. With a quick, smooth tug, Lugard spun my body around until I was facing him all over again.
"Theresa," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his dark eyes widening with a soft, desperate look. "Can we please just go to my office instead?"
The sheer intensity burning in his gaze sent a sudden shiver down my spine. The way his eyes locked onto my lips told me everything I needed to know; if I walked into his room right now, he was fully prepared to completely devour me.
