The Interview (The Whittingtons, #1)

by Donna Alam

Women are fickle, you know. And men are idiots. ~ Marc Levy

“I won’t flatter you like the spider,” he murmurs, “but I might let you come when I eat you later.”

Warmth floods between my legs, and I’m pretty sure I whimper. “Such a pretty sound.” I feel the loss of his heat immediately as he leans away again. “Hurry now. Show Daddy what he wants.”

“Oh, I’ve no intention of stopping,” he whispers. “Yes, that’s it. Such pretty fluttering.”

Inappropriate was when I lifted my skirt because you told me to. Inappropriate was when you slid your hand between—”

Because every time you step into my office, I won’t see you professionally. I’ll be remembering how wet and warm you felt. How your body bent for me. And every time your mouth moves, I’ll hear the sounds falling from your lips and think of how exquisite you are when you come.”

“People who get out of bed with a smile on their face are to be treated with suspicion.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re the kind of person who, when faced with a red flag, just sprinkles glitter on it.”