Chapter 53

Xander

Watching her squirm in her seat does something to me. Her hair hangs beautifully around her shoulders, I long to touch it and tuck the stray strand around the back of her ear and run my fingers down her cheek and along her jawline. I won’t. She isn’t ready for me yet but I am hopeful that after two weeks together in close proximity that I can win Kenna round.

“Have you looked at the proposals?” She asks me peering over her expensive reading glasses. Since when did Kenna need glasses? Well how would I know? Maybe she always wore them when she was reading in my library at my house and I never noticed. Let’s face it, there was a lot I didn’t notice about Kenna. And now when it’s all so late, I notice everything.

I watch as her chest rises and falls, the way her fingers deftly move across the keyboard. She types with lightning speed. It's incredible. Kenna would, I have now discovered having dealt with her mildly in a business capacity, have been a true asset to my own Staniopolois