Ethan's POV:
When I grasped Eva's hand in my office, I didn't know what had come over me. I wanted her close to me, to touch her and kiss her. But I knew it wasn't right.
She was nothing to me, but why did I feel like kissing her pink lips?
I thought to warn her not to wear pink lipstick again, but wouldn't that make it obvious that I was attracted to her mouth?
What boss tells his secretary not to apply her favorite lip gloss? The urge to kiss her was so intense that I wondered if she had felt the same way about me.
Did she desire to kiss me too? Or was I just delusional because we had s*x? My expression turned cold, and I tried so hard to suppress it.
It was all my fault. I just wanted her close to me. Now, I was having a hard time forgetting the night we spent together.
It wasn't
