"Trey?" I asked, hating the waver in my voice. "Say something."
He locked the door. "Slip your panties off, Georgie. I've got twenty minutes before my next meeting."
I blinked at him as he walked back to me with the same determination. He stopped in front of me.
"So, you're not mad about the article?"
"Why would I be mad?"
I shrugged and decided not to say another word.
"Do you need help with those panties?"
"No, I can manage." I reached under my skirt and started shimmying out of my underwear.
He unbuttoned his pants. "Did I really steal your heart?”
His question caught me off guard, but I decided that in a situation like this, when I was standing in the middle of the man's office with my panties down around my ankles, I should just be honest. "Every bit of it."
Trey stepped toward me and took hold of my face. "Good fucking thing because you've owned mine since you first walked through that door." He kissed me long and hard.