Talia lost track of time while sitting on Damon's lap, using his firm body as a super-luxurious chair that came with the extra service of his fingers running through her hair.
She really loved Damon's solid warmth and his addictive scent, but unfortunately, they couldn't stay like that forever.
Both of their desks were cluttered, reminding them that they have work to do.
Before returning to their duties, Talia had a few questions.
"Damon?"
"Hmm?"
"What will happen to those two women?"
Damon didn't care about Ashley or Heather. "Whatever you want. But don't let them go easily. Unless you show them you are in charge, they will see it as a weakness and try again. Even if they don't come at you directly, they will gossip and incite others."
Talia wondered, wouldn't they gossip and scheme more if she gives them a hard time?
"Do you really expect me to decide on their punishment?"
