Chapter 63. Heat Between My Thighs

June POV

“Why did you tell me not to sleep with Chris?”

My voice echoes back at me, louder than I intended to be.

Oh yes— everyone. This is what I came here to do. To seek clarity.

He slowly turns, a frown tugging at his lips. “Pardon me?” His head tilts, one brow arching.

I swallow a breath, unclenching my fist. “At the gala. Outside the hall. You said—*and I quote*—Don’t have sex with him. Just go home.”

“And?” His voice takes on a strange, low edge.

My lips part, releasing a frustrated sigh. What does he mean, and? “I mean—”

“Miss Alexander,” he cuts me off, striding toward his chair, “even when you worked as my secretary, you never had this boldness.”

He lowers into the seat, crossing one leg over the other, his gaze stern. “Or perhaps you were always like this—just waiting until you were transferred back to your original department,”

My throat tightens, my legs weak beneath me. “I... I don’t mean any disrespect,