The soft snick of the lock being engaged brought his gaze up from the reports he’d been working on for the past two hours and then he couldn’t think at all. She leaned against the door, her hourglass figure outlined by the knee-length coat she wore. Her thick black hair spilled over her shoulders in a wild tangle, her bright-red lipstick the only color against her pale skin. The dark, thickly lashed eyes eagerly devouring him made his cock harden to painful readiness. For a moment, elation filled him until he heard a thump and giggles directly above his basement office. He surged to his feet, his heart slamming. “What are you doing here? Did anyone see you dressed like that?” She didn’t look the least bit worried by his alarm, toying with the sash of her coat. “You don’t seem very happy to see me, Dean.” Her voice sent a tingle down his spine that wasn’t entirely alarm. Audra had a power over him he couldn’t even begin to explain. His body responded, despite the worry warning him to tread carefully.
