CHAPTER FIVE
His strict instructions were not to leave the bedroom until he returned.
After he left, I wrapped his dress shirt around me and fastened a couple of buttons while inhaling his now familiar spicy scent woven throughout the fabric.
When the bedroom door knob turns, my breath catches. My pleasure and relief at his return scare me. How could I fall so fast for a man I’ve only watched from a distance and fantasized about?
I now know his body intimately, but nothing else. I’ve always had a good head on my shoulders, so why does this man make me lose it?
As he enters the room, I’m once again drawn to the magnetism that permeates from him, seeps from his pores. But I’m disappointed that he’s dressed. Though, that can be easily rectified.
My mouth waters, most likely from seeing
