My eyes land on my jacket on the floor. I shake it out and drape it over her shoulders.
“Here. Wear this.”
Her lips curve into a smile as she rises onto her toes, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“I’d trade every dress I own for what just happened,” she whispers.
She gathers her things and leaves the office without another word, still smiling.
It’s only when the door opens that I realize, it had been closed the entire time. Not locked.Just closed.
My eyes shut as my head drop forward, fists tightening at my sides as I draw a slow, deep breath.
On the third inhale, I notice it… her perfume, everywhere.
Or maybe it’s only on me now, mixed with the smell of sex. The same scent that settled in my head, crowding my thoughts and refusing to let go since the moment I was inside her.
“I need a shower. Shower and clean clothes.”
I reach for my phone on the desk. The screen lights up. Four missed calls. All from Ceci.
“Fuck. The damn fake prom thing.”
Another breath.
No point in losing control now. What’s done is done.
I’ll apologize. I’ll make it up to Alicia.
But first, shower. Clean clothes.
Maya
I step into my apartment, still reeling from the storm of emotions.
It feels surreal, like a dream I’d been rehearsing in silence for weeks finally came to life.
I had expected nothing more than a simple massage. A calculated step, another inch closer to what I wanted.
But the moment my hands touched him, something shifted. My touch didn’t just ease tension… it awakened something raw.Primal.
I flick on the bathroom light and stare at my reflection.
I loosen the messy bun I threw together earlier, trying to look more presentable before leaving my floor, my things gathered in my hands. My hair, once carefully styled, falls loose around my face.
I barely register it.
What I see instead is the color in my skin. The faint mark along my collarbone, easy to hide, if I want to. The way my eyes still glow, bright and pleased, as if I’d anticipated this outcome all along.
I pull Colin’s jacket tighter around me, inhaling deeply. His scent clings to it, clean and masculine, threaded with that innate authority that always sets my pulse racing.
It’s him. Power, restraint, and something darker beneath.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
Memories flood back in fragments, The roughness of his breath against my ear, the weight of his hand at the back of my neck, the way his control unraveled until only instinct remained.
He moved like a man possessed.
