Chapter 11:The Fashion Launch
(Zara POV)
When I got back to Jane’s apartment that evening, the place felt emptier than usual. I dropped my bag by the couch and stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the day settle.
Dominic’s offer refused to leave my head. Three times my old salary. A real styling coordinator role. A way out of the bar, out of scraping by, out of feeling like I was always one bad shift away from breaking.
But every time I pictured myself saying yes, my mind snagged on the same dangerous thought: him. The man whose voice still made my thighs press together. The man whose hands I could still feel on my skin if I let the memory surface.
I sat down slowly, pulling my knees to my chest. My body betrayed me even now, a low, unwelcome warmth blooming between my legs
