As I escorted Mrs. Kennedy out of the company, I was met with a sight I didn't quite expect.
Cassandra.
She looked so freaking hot while speaking with the receptionist. She doesn't know the hell of things she does to me.
Fuck!
I just want to smack her ass and make her scream my name.
One would think she's falling in love with me.
Cassandra's voice drifted over to me, and I couldn't help but be drawn in. She was confident, charming, and completely unaware of the chaos she stirred within me. My eyes followed her every move, taking in the way her lips curved into a smile and how her eyes sparkled with mischief. She was a force of nature, and damn if I didn't want to harness that power for myself.
She was saying something to the receptionist, her tone light and casual, as if she didn't have a care in the world. It was infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I strode over, my presence casting a shadow over her conversation.
CASSANDRA
