Heat prickles my skin as the soft satin of my camisole rubs over my nipples. Peering into the mirror above the dresser, my face is bright red.
I had a sex dream.
AboutTag.
This has never happened to me before. A sex dream? I’m better than this. I ignore the feeling sweeping through me as I hop out of bed and walk into the bathroom.
Flipping on the shower, I let the water heat up as I study my reflection.
I’ve dated men before. Having sex isn’t a new thing for me. It’s been satisfactory. Fine.
One night with Tag, and I’ve turned into a sex-crazed maniac.
Slipping out of my pyjamas, I step into the shower and let the hot water roll over me.
I mean, yes, I’ve never had someone give me that many orgasms in one night, but that doesn’t mean I need to keep thinking about him.
Or dreaming about him.
Lathering my flannel, I scrub my body and…
Oh God.
I’m wet. Did I really come from a sex dream? I flip the water to cold, needing to cool off. This is too much for me.
The thought of seeing Tag at work has heat rushingback into my face. Damn it. This day is not going to go well.
I finish my shower and get ready—pushing all thoughts and feelings about Tag from my mind.
Tag? Tag who? I don’t need him.
I pull the buttons through the holes on my blouse before slipping into my blazer.
There.
Much better. Professional façade back in place. I can do this. Grabbing my bag, I sling it over my shoulder and leave for the office.
I blame it on having lunch with him the other day. That and Sienna challenging me to find one reason to say yes to, what, a fling with him? I mean, technically I said yes to lunch, right?
I shake my head as the arena comes into view.
I can hear Sienna scolding me in my head.
That’s not what she meant and you know it.
That’s the thing—it’d be too easy to say yes to Tag. To get lost in the sexy man and stray from my plan.
I don’t need that.
No thinking of Tag or the way he made me come.In a dream.
Which is easier said than done.
Because the first person I run into at the rink is Tag.
“Better watch where you’re going there, Liv.”
“Mr. Easton. Hello.”
