'The file he asked her to find... that was from a past life. From two years ago. How was she supposed to know where he put it?'
"From now on, have someone else organize your study. This is the last time I'm finding anything for you." Annabelle frowned and went to his study.
Leona Grant processed her every word, a triumphant glint flashing in his eyes.
Annabelle was wearing a short nightdress. As the wind blew in through the window, the hem of her skirt fluttered, adding a touch of allure.
Leona Grant's eyes darkened. He suddenly felt parched.
Annabelle couldn't remember where the folder was, so she had no choice but to search through the cabinets and desk one by one.
The moment she bent over, her cleavage was reflected in the full-length mirror, giving Leona Grant an eyeful.
Leona Grant felt a sudden rush of heat surge through him.
An irrepressible impulse stirred within him.
Annabelle, oblivious, continued her search.
