Millicent
I made it to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, pressing my back against the door. My reflection in the mirror showed exactly what I feared - pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen from biting them. I looked like I'd been f****d. Or like I desperately needed to be.
Because that's exactly what was happening. Abel Cielo was systematically destroying my defenses with every touch, every heated look, every moment he stood just a little too close. And I was one more "accidental" touch away from begging him to finish what he'd started.
My phone buzzed again. Patrick, demanding a response to his earlier messages. I stared at the screen, then typed: I'm working on gaining his trust and getting closer to the information you want. These things take time if you
