Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 11
ELENA’S EYES flare to life, fires blazing in her golden irises as she drags her
impertinent little tongue over her plump lips.
“I can handle it,” she practically purrs, arousal coating her words as they
stroke across my skin.
The flimsy pink outfit she has on does nothing to hide the fact that she’s
turned on, her nipples sharp as they strain against the satin fabric. A deep,
scalding flush inches up her throat, highlighting the mark I left at its base
even though she tried to cover it with makeup.
I wasn’t being dramatic when I said I wasn’t in the mood for company. In
fact, before she walked in, I was mere seconds away from reentering the
soundproofed outbuilding and continuing on with the job I started.
Leo “Knees” Morelli’s blood still stains my scrubs, with my need to get a
message across to Elena’s father the only goal I’ve had in mind for the last
few days.