Scarlett POV
I barely had time to catch my breath before the first wave hit.
At first, I thought the room's air conditioning was broken. The temperature felt stifling, as if the heating had been cranked to maximum. Sweat prickled along my hairline.
My skin grew flushed and overly sensitive, every brush of fabric against my body sending unwelcome sparks racing through my nerves.
My pulse quickened.
A strange, liquid heat pooled low in my belly, spreading outward like molten honey. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but that only made it worse. A needy ache bloomed between my legs, insistent and humiliating. I rubbed my arms, trying to shake it off. I thought it was just stress or anger.
But deep down, I knew Regina had done something. That chicken soup she'd insisted I fin
