Callahan
I let her go. Let her slip away. I don't know how I have the self-control to do it.
That night, I don't even trust myself to sleep in my own bed. Not with her in the room across from mine.
There's something about Portia. Something inexplicable.
It's true what I said. There's an emptiness inside me. A hunger I need to fill. I want to fill it with her. In the morning I take a shower in the bathroom in my office. I jerk off but it doesn't take the edge off. I want her. I need her.
Fuck.
I sit behind my desk and am running my hand through my hair, trying to figure out what the f**k is wrong with me when Lenore knocks then opens the door to my office.
"Did you sleep at all?" she asks me, setting the tray down and arranging a pot of espresso, a cup and a plate of food I won't tou
