Chapter 15

I tried to keep my composure.

I really did.

But then I took him in and I lost all the composure I had gathered.

With his ruffled hair and suit that stretched on his muscles, he still looked as sexy as ever.

"Miss Kayla. Please take a seat." He nodded to the sleek leather chairs across from his desk.

I shivered again. His voice was something I could never forget, not in a lifetime.

And it made me recall the throes of passion we had the night we spent together.

How good he made me feel, how hard he made me orgasm, and how sore I was the next day.

I looked at him; he was staring at me and I waited for some sort of, I don't know, recognition to flicker in his gaze. Or shock to show on his face, which I was sure was very noticeable on mine.

But nothing came.

He looked like he had never seen me before.

Was his memory that bad? Because I knew I had eyes that would take time before it slipped through his memory.

He said so himself.

I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to say so