CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RYAN’S POV
Fucking alarm!
I cussed, reaching over to shut it off. Damn! Why did I still have a f*****g seven a.m. alarm on a Saturday morning? Anyway, whatever. I was still so sleepy considering I had spent almost the entire night turning and tossing, trying to get the image of her long sexy legs off my mind. All I had wanted was to rip the dress shirt off her, taste every single inch of her and do the dirtiest things to that f*****g glorious, curvy body. Turning over to sleep on my stomach, I closed my eyes only for my phone to ring. Usually I would have ignored it but after three consistent calls, I picked up the phone on the fourth call, realizing it was my agent.
“Sheila, what a nice surprise so early in the morning,” I groaned, forcing my eyes open.
“Ar
