I didn’t know what had happened at the bar, but I couldn’t stop touching my lips. It was such a powerful kiss; I’d half-expected him to lift me up and f**k me in the bar. I started giggling like a schoolgirl as I grabbed my purse and headed out of the bar.
What was he thinking?
What was I thinking?
He was getting married to Scarlett and he was kissing me in public. I shook my head at the idea of it. It was only a kiss…
Damn, this guy just knew what he wanted, and he didn’t mind taking it. I’d been too stunned to step away or protest, but as the kiss went on, I knew I needed to tell him to stop, but I didn’t get the chance as he ran out of the door. I wasn’t the kind of woman that he could mistake for one of the girls in the office.
Yet I had a feeling that he wasn’t thinking of me
