Nathan’s eyes flicker to his desk, and I swear that deviant fucker smirks. I fold my arms and lean away. “You’ve fucked Mel on this desk, haven’t you?” “A gentleman never tells,” he says smoothly, but the twinkle in his eyes says I’m right. Of course I’m right. What’s the point of having your own office and a huge sturdy desk if not to fuck the woman you’re obsessed with on it every chance you get?
