Jo-anne POV
Her eyes opened, and she groaned as her body protested at the movement, she ached all over, bloody Volt ad Clova, she thought absently, as she forced herself to sit up. Then Jo-anne’s eyes snapped all the way open, and she bit her lip, as he remembered West had walked into her room, mid-shivers.
Jo-anne had seen him stare at her, shock and then desire bloom in him. She could have sworn, the damned thing had gotten stronger the minute he had walked into the room, and she’d not been able to stop it.
Goddess, she’d watched him strip his close off, and hadn’t done a damned thing about it, didn’t even utter the word no, had simply sent up a prayer to the Goddess that no-one would know he was in her room, and what they were about to do, hadn’t even wanted to stop what she knew was
