When Freya had left for Zavian's house, she hadn't had time to think. After three years of careful thinking and cautious choices, this was the first time she had acted impulsively. But later, as she was standing outside his door, it seemed like she had all the time in the world to reconsider her choices. And the truth was, she was nervous as hell. Maybe even frightened.
Showing up at a man's house was not really her cup of tea. She didn't know who Zavian lived with, whether there were any women present, what would be the atmosphere of his house. What she did know was that it would have a beautiful interior, given the lovely look it had on the outside.
After Freya stood there contemplating for a few more minutes, she tightly closed her eyes and rung the doorbell. Now she really considered
