Nothing showed up on the screens, but the sounds that erupted from the laptop’s speakers more than made up for it.
It was the sound of a woman in the throes of an orgasm.
What the fuck?
He slammed his laptop shut.
When Willem looked up to apologize, the words died in his throat and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the effect it had on his intern. Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment, but her breasts—
Willem swallowed.
When the hell did she start growing breasts? And had her nipples always been that prominent? And why the hell wasn’t she wearing a fucking bra to work?
In front of him, Serenity wetted her lips.
Goddammit, why did he want to bite her lips when she did that?
“Sir...”
When did she start having a bedroom voice? And why the fuck was he reacting this way to her?
The conflicting state of his emotions made Willem’s voice unnaturally brusque as he asked, “What is it?” He immediately regretted his tone, especially when he saw hurt flash in her eyes. “Serenity, I’m—”
She didn’t let him finish. Instead, she bent forward, allowing Willem a more than generous glimpse of her still-heaving breasts, and placed a piece of paper on his desk.
When she straightened, he looked down at the paper with a frown. “What is this?” A muscle began ticking in his jaw. He had a feeling he wouldn’t like whatever her answer was.
And he was right.
Serenity said calmly, “My resignation, Mr. de Konigh.”
THE END