Cattleya’s POV“Huh?” He smiled, “Have we met before, Cattleya?” My lips quivered in fear, swallowed hardly as I replied, “No, I don’t think we have met before, J–Jaxon.” He sat on his long black couch, spreading his legs, and directed his gaze at me for a second. Then he leaned his back and closed his eyes, seemingly yearning for a moment of peace. I stood there, watching him intently, but my mind was uncertain about what to do next.I can't let him ignore me this time; I have to do something crazy.I carefully took off my heels one at a time. Next, I took a deep breath and sat down on his lap, putting myself at ease right away. Then I gasped when I smelled his manly perfume, which took me away.As his piercing, mystifying gaze locked with me, his face shifted from bewilderment to surprise.He leaned back a little, resisting the urge to touch me. Then, in a gentle voice, he asked me, "What are you doing, Ms. Sullivan?"“Uhm…” “Is this how you pay me?” he asked, arching his ey
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