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Yvonne's POV

He was too big for the room. I had no idea how I was supposed to sit in these meetings beside him and pretend I wasn’t thinking of sex. I was convinced it was written all over my face. I knew he had to see it. I kept biting my bottom lip, thinking back to the limo ride home and how I had made a complete fool of myself. I had let him put his hand under my skirt. Not just let, loved it. Loved the naughtiness and the danger of it and wasn’t all that ashamed by my response.

“Do you agree?” I heard him say.

I blinked. I had no idea what he was talking about. “Do I agree with what?”

He grinned, and I wanted to slap him. He knew exactly where my mind had been. I took a deep breath and looked at the advertising executive that had been talking.

“Yes,” I mumbled, nodding and hoping it was the right answer.

I didn’t get the chance to think about the limo ride because I was reliving it all over again. His hand was on my knee, under the table. I jerked away, telling him to stop. I glan