My victory smile vanishes as I see that perky asshole.
I get inside the elevator and trip over with my head down the floor. That’s when masculine hands catch me up.
And all I see is the way he looks at me with mockery.
"Ms Olesya, I think it has nothing to do with your shoes? There must be something wrong with your legs..."
He pisses me off within a second.
"Don’t you like my legs?"
He bends down closer to my ear and whispers:
"They are great. But they would look much better when you are on the table with your legs up on my shoulders."
Elevator door closes, leaving me tоtally shocked.
What the heck did just happen? NEW BOOK - Dominate me