However, you also couldn't help but notice how damn well that suit with a black tie and slightly disheveled styling suited him. And his strong hands, lying and clutching the steering wheel, riveted the eye and fascinated.

Half the way to the restaurant, you chatted about all sorts of nonsense, work and stole burning glances at each other. When the car stopped at a traffic light, the eyes finally met, this time without slipping away from each other in different directions.

— Baby, are you sure we need this damn restaurant?

Leon spoke hoarsely, placing his hand at the edge of your bulging dress. His head dropped a little lower towards you.

— Just by the way, I rented a hotel very close by.

His breath scorched your skin when he whispered it in your ear. At that moment, you realized that the cat-and-mouse game was over. Kennedy was no longer your boss. He was a man who desired you, who was no longer able to keep his distance.