Riley Perry believed in returning favors. If someone took care of her, she would be sure to return the favor.
The temperature in the car skyrocketed. President Sinclair's eyes darkened, and with a sharp tug on the hand gripping Riley Perry's ankle, he pulled her into his lap.
"And who was it this afternoon, playing dead and saying she couldn't take any more, hmm?" His voice was deep and magnetic, impossibly seductive.
Riley Perry felt a thrill of anticipation. Her slender fingers first traced the man's handsome, thin lips, then moved down to his chin, his Adam's apple, and the buttons of his shirt. The first one came undone, then the second…
"I'm in a good mood today. And when I'm in a good mood, I'm good to go again. What, you don't like it?"
Cole Sinclair: '…Didn't he like it? No, he absolutely loved it!'
