Chapter Eight
A night without s*x turned into a week, turned into ten days and began to look like an endless drought until the end of the project. She could have had Patrick back in a heartbeat, and maybe have mitigated her need with Ellison, but neither man was what she wanted. Since her last spanking and the well earned reprimand, Sean’s mood toward her was aloof and professional, as though he didn’t trust her. They’d gone from sparring enemies, to near friends, to prickly and distant. Without the night at Damage coming between them, she might have been in his bed with a well-placed confession, but she couldn’t muster the courage to speak frankly to him about her desire. He seemed to think of her as a foolish, young associate that had to be carefully watched. Time was growing short, the
