Kayla
I was shifting in my seat. The leather felt hot against my thighs. The heat radiating from my body was making me dizzy, and I was literally squirming, trying to find some relief.
Damien was still using the financial magazine high up to hide his face, but I could hear the faint sound of him chuckling.
Is he mocking me?
I was enraged. He was playing with me, and I wasn't going to let him win this round.
I reached under my tennis skirt. I hooked my fingers into the lace of my underwear and slid them down my legs. When they reached my feet, I gave a sharp flick with my toe.
Damien caught them mid-air. He lowered the magazine slowly, bringing the lace to his nose. He took a deep, lingering sniff, then looked at me and mouthed, 'What are you doing?'
I didn't answer. Instead, I gr
