Ashcroft had just reached the open door of his SUV.
Before he could take that final step inside, something snapped within Brandy.
The suffocating weight of the humiliation suddenly gave way to a desperate, burning spark of raw courage.
She swallowed the copper taste of her own panic, forcing her trembling lips to move.
For two years—two agonizing, endless years since the night he became her client—Nicholas Ashcroft had been her entire world, her quiet obsession.
No other client mattered. No amount of money could replace the high of him.
She hadn't spent a single second without his ghost occupying her mind, twisting her reality until she couldn't even breathe without thinking of him.
She had spent two years hoping, praying, and dreaming for this exact opportunity to arrive.
She coul
