A LITTLE DIVERSION
ALEXANDER
I walked out of her room with her taste still on my tongue and her moans still ringing in my ears.
My legs and hands were steady, but my pulse was a war drum in my chest, beating out a rhythm that matched the only thought in my head: I would do that again, I would do it tomorrow, and the day after, and every day until she stopped wanting me. Consequences be damned.
I stopped walking, pressing my palm against the wall as I closed my eyes. Despite my thoughts, guilt still pricked at me. Camille's my daughter and I'd sworn to protect her trust.
But I pushed back the guilt.
I had spent my entire life doing the right thing, being the right man and building walls so high no one could touch me. And now, for the first time in years, I was letting myself want some
