Monica's POV
Working beside Morris gave me the perfect opportunity for some playful mischief. I purposely let my fingers brush against his when passing documents, strategically crossed my legs so my skirt inched higher, and found excuses to lean close to him. Each "accidental" contact made his eyes darken with desire, silently communicating that his control was slipping.
When I needed to reach for a file across the desk, I made sure to press my chest against his arm in what appeared to be an innocent movement. The low groan that escaped him and the warning glare he shot me only encouraged my little game.
Standing next to his chair, I leaned down deliberately to point at something in the report, allowing my neckline to dip dangerously low. My lips nearly touched his ear as I whispered, "Morris, I think there's something strange about these numbers."
