Chapter 8
Rebecca checked her phone the moment she returned to her bedroom after her second shower.
Bart was already dressed and looked like a million dollars in his gray pants and button-down white shirt.
She leaned against the bathroom doorframe and just stared at him. He had the muscular physique of a boxer, and the grace of a karate star, but somehow he didn’t work with his body. Instead, Bart worked a boardroom and his opinion had more weight than politicians when it came to changing the world. After last night, she’d actually read that article she’d found which gave her some details about his life.
And somehow he was in her bed. Her body still ached from the activity and her heart sang songs of love. Not that she’d tell him that. Not yet.
Her phone dinged and Bart glanced at her
