19. Myla

Zayne's eyes widen in surprise as he looks up at me, his dark hair falling slightly into his face before he cocks his eyebrow. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air heavy with the memory of the night I can't forget myself. I can see the desire flickering in his eyes, and I know that he feels the same way that I do. Maybe even more.

"Do you know-" The knocking on the door makes him stop and I clear my throat, looking back at the documents in front of me. "Come in."

The door opens and I can see someone walk inside from the corner of my eye. But when I hear her voice, I turn to look at her. The first thing I think about when I look at her is how beautiful she is. Damn. She's a tall, elegant figure with dark hair and sharp features, dressed in a power suit, with a crisp white blouse and a skirt that hugs her curves in all the right places.

When she turns to me, my eyes widen but she just smiles. "Oh. Hello."

"Hello." I stand up and stretch my hand for her to shake, yet she tu