Eighty One

CELINE HERRERA POV

The ride was filled with tense silence and every time I glanced at Belshar, I could tell that he was in deep thought. I didn't know how to feel or what to do to make the atmosphere playful like it had been since we went to the beach.

He was facing away from me, choosing to stare out the window, probably because he didn't want to look at me.

The heated moment we shared in my office was still fresh in my head. I could also remember the moment that ruined it all. I'd almost blurted out that I loved him but stopped at the last second but I was certain Belshar knew that I'd almost confessed.

I'd hurt him even without meaning to. Was he pissed off? How the hell did I want to go about seducing someone who was in a bad mood anyway?

I glanced down as his hands flexed on his thighs, the veins on his arm making me swallow. my eyes strayed to the center of his parted leg and a soft gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the prominent bulge tenting his pants.

My cheeks heated up