Chapter 39

Roman leaned against the cool marble sink, watching Blair through the mirror as she fixed her hair. Her fingers moved quickly, twisting strands back into the sleek style she’d worn before he had thoroughly undone her. He smirked to himself, proud of the disheveled state he had left her in. The way she had clung to him, the way she had moaned, sir. He could still hear it echoing in his head.

“You’re staring,” Blair muttered, adjusting the last few pins and smoothing down a stray curl.

“Am I?” he asked, arching a brow. “I thought I was merely appreciating my secretary’s dedication to maintaining a professional appearance.” 

God, he was a shithead.

Blair shot him a glare through the mirror. “Well, you sure do like messy me up.” Then she flashed Roman would bet she was remembering just how he liked to mess her up.

Roman grinned, stepping closer and resting his hands on her hips. “Semantics. Either way, you look stunning—though I personally prefer the thorough