Chapter 11
CHRIS
Jesus. I don’t know what’s happening...
I can’t believe what I just did.
I just saw Rosalyn a little over an hour ago.
But a quick bite with Brad and a friendly chat have done nothing to ease the ache in my chest or the lust swelling in my groin.
It’s been no time at all, really. But I’m already dying for her.
And it’s wrong. Of course it’s wrong.
But if I do nothing...
Fuck. That’s the problem: I can’t do nothing.
I sigh, my head dropping against the headrest as I stare straight ahead out the window.
I need to do something about this before the Miss Perfectionist inside Ros makes it any more complicated than it already is.
Stepping out of the cab I caught to the hotel, I make my way towards the elegant elevators of The Drake.
I check-in and walked to elevator
