Chapter 1
Lina’s POV
I tugged my skirt down slightly, adjusting it over my thighs.
I didn’t even know why I always did this whenever I was on my way to the director’s office, but it had become a habit. My subconscious just told me to do it. Maybe because of him.
Why? Because he is hot. No, more than hot.
Mr. Kingsley is forty-two, but damn, he looks better than any younger man I’ve ever seen. I could never stop staring at him whenever we were in the same room. And it didn’t help that he always wore those tailored trousers that hugged him in the right places, making that thick bulge between his legs so obvious.
My mouth would literally water whenever I caught a glimpse of it. And at night, when I was alone in bed, I would shamelessly slide my hand down and touch myself, thinking about
