The first time I see her, I want to touch her. Drawn to the sensual way she moves her body, I have to dance with her. Dancing leads to touching, touching leads to watching her come undone in my arms, but then she runs off without telling me her name—leaves me wondering if she was even real.
The second time I see her, I want to thank my lucky stars our paths have crossed once again—until I realize she’s off limits.
The universe must be playing a joke on me right now, because the sexy goddess that has been starring in my fantasies for the past couple weeks? She’s my new boss.
I’ve already touched her. And I want to do it again.