"No," I say out loud to the empty apartment. "Absolutely not. We're not doing this."
But even as I say it, my mind drifts back to Miami.
My hand slides down my stomach almost of its own accord.
My fingers tease a path past my belly button…
And even lower.
I know this is a terrible idea.
That I should drink more wine and go to sleep and wake up tomorrow ready to be professional and focused.
But my hand keeps moving, and my eyes close, and suddenly I'm back in that penthouse in Miami with Don's mouth on my neck and his hands—warm and heavy—slipping between my thighs to stroke my—
My phone rings.
I jolt up so fast I nearly launch the wine bottle across the room.
The caller ID says "Unknown Number," which is either a spam call or someone from work, and either way I can’t answer it while currently in the process of—
I let it go to voicemail, my heart pounding.
"Get it together, Sinclair," I mumble, setting the wine bottle aside. "You're a professional. You have an MBA. You don't masturbate to thoughts of your boss."
Even if your boss looks like that.
Andsounds like that.
And made you come so hard you—
"STOP," I say loudly enough that my neighbor definitely heard.
I need a shower.
A cold shower.
And possibly a lobotomy.
I grab my towel and head for the bathroom, and by the time I'm standing under the lukewarm water—because the hot water doesn't work properly—I've given myself a mental pep talk worthy of a sports movie.
Afterwards, I dry off, pull on my pajamas—an old Northwestern t-shirt and shorts—and crawl onto my air mattress with the remainder of the wine.
My phone buzzes with a text from Sasha.
SASHA: You're going to be fine. And if you're not, we'll help you hide the body.
I smile.
Then another text, this one from Riley.
RILEY: Also, for the record, if you DID want to bang your hot billionaire boss, we would support that decision too…
RILEY: Just saying
I set my phone aside and take a final sip of wine, staring at the water-stained ceiling of my shoebox apartment and try not to think about the fact that somewhere across the city, Donovan Titan is probably in his penthouse with his perfect view and his expensive furniture.
Alone.
