Cecilia
My cheeks burned hotter than a forest fire as I scrambled to explain myself. "Oh! I thought you meant... cleaning or something. That's why I said I couldn't do it—because of my leg."
Alpha Sebastian didn't respond immediately. He just leaned against his desk with his arms crossed, wearing that infuriatingly knowing expression. He clearly saw right through me but seemed content to let me stew in my embarrassment.
Then, without warning, he burst into laughter. "Cecilia," he drawled, "you certainly have quite an imagination."
My face erupted into flames.
Was he implying I was fantasizing about him? Goddess help me, he was. And the worst part? He wasn't entirely wrong.
I ducked my head, frantically opening the folder in front of me. "What do you need me
