I can’t say I’m surprised to see Christian standing there looking down at me with a curious gaze. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his ankles, and because he’s so broad, he effectively blocks my way out. “Mr. Reeves,” I greet, clearing my throat. I try my best to not let my eyes trail down his body and drink him in, but what can I say? He’s hot, and I have eyes. And a vagina. The whole ‘master of the universe’ vibe that he gives off spreads heat through my whole body. He’s wearing a proper suit today, charcoal gray in color with a red silk tie.
