Jason's POV
The charity gala was boring. I sat at the head table, where a man was addressing me on interest rates, and my eyes were on Evelyn. She was sitting three tables away in the backless dress. She looked like a jewel to me now. Whenever she bent to take a drink of her wine, I had the sensation of touching her skin on the gym bench. I could not keep waiting until toward the end of the night.
I was writing her a text, in the corner: Restroom. Now.
I got up and approached the rear of the hall. I went into the executive washroom that was private and waited. In another ten seconds, the door closed behind. Evelyn came, and her face was flushed, and her breath came quickly.
“You are a cocky fellow, Mr. JASON Thorne,” she said, emphasizing my first name..
“I’m craving s*x, Evelyn,” I
