Angela cleared her throat, the sound sharp and deliberate, cutting through the charged silence between us. "Ok... enough with this talk," she said, her voice firm, professional, but I didn't miss the way her fingers tightened around her tablet, the way her breath had hitched just a second before.
She was trying to regain control, to push the tension aside, but the heat still lingered in her eyes, betraying her.
I nodded, leaning back in my chair, my gaze locked onto her as she stood up, her movements fluid, confident. "Let's go," she said, her voice cool, authoritative. "I need to check on those experimental subjects."
She turned, her lab coat swishing around her curves as she headed toward the door, her tablet clutched in her hand. I followed, my eyes dropping to her ass, the way it swung with every step, hypnotic, taunting.
