Chapter 59. New Job

MICHELLE

Devon was sitting behind his executive desk, talking to someone over the phone when I entered his office. Even though he didn’t so much as peek in my direction, I was able to deduce that he was aware of my presence due to the fact that I noticed him flinching and his eyes moving away from me in order to focus on something else. He appeared to be very busy, as evidenced by the stack of papers on his desk, which were clearly intended for his inspection and signature.

I positioned myself in front of his desk, and took in his overall appearance. His glossy black hair glistened and was combed beautifully; it was obvious that he had just gotten out of the shower. His cheeks were smooth as a baby’s bottom, and there was not even a hint of a stubble on his chin. Because of how well his grey Armani suit fit him, it looked almost as if he was wearing armor; he appeared imposing, powerful, and attractive, just like a devil.

When it appeared that he had no intention o