CHAPTER 8
BARRETT’S CLONE DROVE me to a nondescript apartment in central Richmond and pointed at an empty bedroom.
“Wait in there, please. I’ll be out in the lounge if you need anything.”
“What, all night?”
“All night. You’re due at Rhodes, Holden and Maxwell at nine.”
Thanks for telling me that, buddy. You just ensured I’ll get no sleep. Well, maybe a couple of hours. I drifted off as the moon began its descent, having relived that night with Oliver at least twice more. I could still feel his hands roaming over me, just a whisper, and each time I nearly fell asleep, I came so hard I woke up again. Who needed a vibrator? Or even a man? The mere memory of Oliver sent me crazy.
And now I was about to face him again.
I’d brought a suit to wear for the meeting. Power dressing, if you li
