CASSANDRA
I can’t believethis is happening. Itshouldn’tbe happening. I should be back at the estate and in my room where I’m supposed to be–not here at Rhett’s apartment, lying naked beneath him, staring up at his gorgeous, sculpted physique, my eyes tracing every line of his very toned muscles.
He’s an Adonis. A Greek god. A man who must have made countless women drool in his time walking the planet. He could have any woman he wants, and yet for some reason, he’s chosen me.
My heart is working overtime as I try to keep myself together. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I’d never even kissed a man until Rhett. Now he’s staring down at me like I’m a miracle he never thought he deserved. Like he’s lucky to have me.
If anyone here’s the lucky one, it’s me.
His gaze devours
