Chapter Twenty Three

Kelvin reached for her hand, pulled her up from where she was seated, sat on the chair and made her sit on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist possessively.

“Kelvin…what are you doing?” She whisper yelled when she eventually found her voice.

“You didn’t respond to my text. He said, looking her in the eyes. His voice came out so confident.

She swallowed painfully. “What text? We should stop, someone might walk in.”

“So?”

“So?” She reiterated, looking at him with wide eyes, wondering why the hell he was so calm about it when she was literally freaking out.

“We are free to do what we want and besides, no one can come in without your approval.”

He released one of his hands from her waist, and slightly caressed the side of her thigh, up to her a***.

Samantha shivered, her throat getting dry.

“Here’s not the right place for this, Kev.” She mumbled. If there was anything Samantha had always held her head up high for, it was discipline in the workplace. She couldn’t believe she wa