I clear my throat, but I still stutter. "That… time… on the floor… on Sunday morning. I… Uh… I just wanted to say… I'm…so"
The door slams open and I snap my head in its direction just as a tall blond woman struts inside the office like she owns the place. She wears a tight black bondage dress and a white suit jacket over her shoulders, her Louboutins clicking as she comes over our way, her brows drawn together tight. She's so pretty, I blush at the sight of her. The woman looks professional with the leather briefcase on her arm and the confident pose as she stares at the wall with her brows drawn tight.
"Sav." Giovanni stands and rounds the desk, now ignoring me like I'm not in the room. They greet each other with a kiss on their cheeks. "You're here."
The woman huffs. "I spent the whole day in the courtroom, defending a fucking criminal, my phone broke, I haven't had dinner, and I need a good fuck." She groans, tossing her briefcase onto the nearest armchair, and sinks into it.
