Page 235 of The Last Good Man

And harder he moves.

When he lifts his eyes to me, they’re unfocused with lust, almost bloodshot, and his lips quiver with hunger.

A fleeting smile vanishes from his face before he takes my mouth, bites my lips, and lodges his hand into the back of my hair.

“I love it…” I say, panting. “I love…” I murmur and stop.

“I love it too,” he says, taking me all the way.

45

MELODY

Tuesday

“No way,” I say evenly, my eyes trained on the corridor, my phone pressed to my ear as I sit behind my desk.

Standing in front of me, Mina looks at me.

“All right. Okay.Thank you so much,” I say and end the call before dropping my phone into my bag,still processing the news.

Mina lifts an eyebrow.

“Anything for me to do?” she asks cautiously.

“No. Not really.”

I suck in a short breath and rise from my seat, smoothing out my blue skirt.

“My offer has been accepted,” I deadpan, and for a second, Mina doesn’t know what I’m talking about becauseof howdrymy voice is.

“Your offer. Wait…”

Her hand flies to her mouth.

“You got that place?”

A small smile lines my lips as I absently leaf through the business report on my desk.

“It looks like it.”

“Oh, my…” she says. “Congratulations?”

She rounds my desk and hugs me.

“I guess,” I say, reserved.

She tears away from me.

“What’s the problem?”

“There is no problem. I’m just going through the steps right now.”

“You’re not anticipating any problems, are you?”

“No. Everything should be fine.”

I shift my gaze to my bag, itching to call him and inquire about this, but then again, what good would it do me?

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