DANTE'S POV
Emily sat quietly by the window, her back straight, her hands tucked under her thighs like she was trying to make herself smaller.
Last night replayed in my head, and I bit back the urge to curse out. Cazzo!
What the hell had I been thinking? How did I let my lustful want for her, overcome rational thinking?!
What the rational thing to do was?
To have kept aside business from pleasure. I could have had my fun with any other woman that night, so why did I end up in the bed of my surrogate? My baby sister's bestfriend!
The silence was thick, only the soft hum of the jet being heard.
I forced myself to stare out the window, but my eyes kept drifting back to her. The way she shifted in her seat like she was still sore. The way she bit her lip nervously.
“Uhm… thank you.
