Daria
Nate stared at me for a second, his eyes dark with want as my body screamed for him to choose the first option.
I was Daria Page, always in control, but right now, I was seated on the edge of my table, my blouse open, skirt hiked up and my assistant's bare chest inches from mine.
He leaned in finally, a grin spreading on his face as he spoke quietly. “You got protection?”
I scoffed, my hands still on his chest. “That’s your question? Shouldn’t you be asking if I’ve had any action lately?”
His eyebrow arched, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Have you?”
I glared, heat flooding my cheeks. “None of your business, and I don’t care about protection. Just do it.”
“Daria–”
“Stop talking.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, silencing any more questions. His hands gripped my hips to
