Shit, this is so embarrassing. Nikki was completely frantic.
She shoved both of her hands violently against Adonis's immovable chest. She didn't possess a fraction of the strength required to physically move him, but Adonis yielded to her touch instantly, taking a smooth half-step backward to give her space.
Nikki scrambled off the edge of the heavy mahogany desk. Her heart was hammering so hard against her ribs it felt like it was trying to crack her sternum. Her cheeks were burning a beet red.
She turned her back to the window, mortified, and caught her reflection in the surface of a deactivated holographic monitor on the wall.
Her hair was completely disheveled, wild from where his massive hands had tangled in it. Her blazer was slightly rumpled. But the worst part was her mouth.
