Chapter 96

Maxwell

I felt all thoughts of murder and skinning a certain William Rodriguez alive fly out of my head at the words that came out of my secretary's mouth that evening.

"What?"

"Sleep with me."

There was no way she was serious, right?

But it looked like she was, with the way she was moving closer to me and looking all seductive.

It was as if a switch had turned in her head, and I couldn't really blame it on the drink since it was only one can of beer we had both had.

She was very sober and determined to drag me into this. I could see it in her eyes.

"Raya... we shouldn't..."

She sat on my leg and straddled me, running her hand down my cheeks, and it took all of me not to wrap my hands around her.

"Show me that sex is enjoyable. That it's not all about pleasing men but all about two people enjoying it."

I finally found my voice of reasoning and stopped her from moving on me. "Raya, we shouldn't; you're drunk."

"And do you think I am?"

Of course she wasn't, but that was the only excus