LENA POV
Lena took a shower, then slipped into her long black pencil skirt and a white long-sleeve blouse. She styled her bob, did her makeup, applied bold red lipstick, slipped on her six-inch heels, and stood in front of the mirror.
She looked composed, she looked like she was in control, so why then does she feel anything but?
Rafe Moretti. That was her answer. He had managed to rattle her control, strip it bare and tuck it far away from her reach.
It had taken almost an hour of cold shower to stop her body from heating, to quench that heat that had been blazing in-between her legs.
Just remembering Rafe's hand on her skin was enough to bring back that heat. Her body had come alive with his touch. That touch, however small, had been enough to remind her that she was a woman and
