Chapter Twenty-one
Caroline ran upstairs. She couldn’t imagine why she was so aroused. She could think of nothing but Max and Roxanne f*****g, their bodies clawing at each other savagely. Roxanne was right!
Her eyes caught the full length mirror in her room.
She was shocked … her disheveled hair, her flushed face, her body heaving with s****l need that poured out to her from the mirror. From her sultry, sullen, tear-stained eyes, to her glistening lips, her undulating chest and churning loins, she was aroused. He’d ignored her; passed her by for her best friend; flaunted his other women before her; but rather than be jealous anymore, she was turned on, becoming more aroused each moment. Diandra, Roxanne and Vicki, the thought of them at Max’s beck and call, bending to his command …
