Violet should have stopped, but a dark, naughty side of her rose up to the challenge. Roman thought himself to be the master of seduction, but she could hold her own too.
In a swift, daring motion, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him close until she could feel the unmistakable hardness of that shameless wolf. He groaned, a tortured, delicious sound that sent shivers through her. Yet Violet kept her face neutral, determined not to blush like the naive virgin she was. "You were saying?" she lifted a daring brow.
Roman let out a strangled laugh, "You little—fine, what a perfect position to have this conversation."
Violet's cheeks burned, but she swallowed her embarrassment. If anyone walked in now, there'd be no mistaking what their position looked like. After yesterday's incident, her reputation was already in shreds; what more did she have to lose? Moreover, with her plans, solid evidence would only fuel the rumor mill.
