Right on cue, Gianna's smartphone began to loudly vibrate in her pocket.
She pulled it out, looking down at the caller ID. Ethan.
Saved by the bell, she thought in relief, thanking the stars.
"Let's continue this later…" she whispered suggestively to Mason, winking at him.
And before he could move or say a word, she dropped her hand down, firmly grabbing his throbbing crotch for a shocking second, thoroughly enjoying the sudden, paralyzed look of submission that blanketed his face.
Just like his pathetic cousin, she mused coldly as she let him go, turned on her heel, and walked out of the conference suite. Men were so easy to handle when you held the leash well enough.
In the corridor, she quickly swiped her screen to call Ethan back.
"Hey, Gianna… I'm in your office…"
