George felt a pang of guilt as he watched her walk away, her figure disappearing into the shadows of the penthouse. He wanted to follow her, to explain himself better, but he knew it wouldn’t make a difference tonight. He had to give her time, give them both time to figure out what they really wanted.
With a heavy sigh, George turned back toward the window, the weight of the night settling on his shoulders. He knew things had changed between them—there was no going back now—but he also knew that whatever happened next had to be on their terms, not on the heat of the moment.
Sonia wasn’t ready to give up. She could feel the tension in the air, thick between them. She knew George wanted her—badly. There was no mistaking the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched when she touched h
