At Jamie's words about the tea, Eliza picked up the steaming mug, blowing on it first before taking a sip. It wasn't just tea in the mug, but tea mixed with heady whisky. She felt the burn of the potent brew and residual effects as it warmed her belly. She drank half of it down, her toes curling as warmth spread throughout her body, and took the edge off slightly before turning to her host.
Cameron was, without any doubt, her every dark fantasy brought to life. Confidence rippled off him; he had this sensual essence that stirred her in ways she never expected. He was, as her BFF would say, downright fuckable. He was unlike any of the guys she'd ever dated. Oh, sure, at twenty-eight she had had her fair share of relationships, but not one of those guys had ever made her body so aware of th
