Chapter Five
ANDREA SAT ACROSS from Trent Wilson, a powerful looking black man with dark brown eyes and a seductive smile. If she weren’t so pissed off right then, she would have enjoyed his sculpted muscles and powerful fingers, imagining his hands gripping her hips and driving into her. But she was pissed. She had hoped to be able to get away from Edwin for the rest of the day until she was forced to have dinner with him later that night when they joined Neal, but she had forgotten about their meeting with Trent, owner of The Rabbit Hole. She still couldn’t believe Savannah was about to get their very own b**m dungeon. She couldn’t believe she was about to help build it.
“Have you had a chance to look over the plans?” Edwin asked Trent from behind his desk. “I know our architects have
