As I walked back to my office, cheeks flushed and thighs still trembling, I thought maybe—just maybe—I could handle this delicious madness.
My phone dinged
Blair: BISSHH I took the booth opening at the new salon! Call meee!
I need to tell you details.
I looked for my airpods so I could call Blair and realized I left them in my car.
Oh well. The walk to the car would be a nice breather and quick second of fresh air.
I grabbed my keys and rode the elevator down.
I stepped into the parking garage, fully expecting post-lunch calm and maybe a few birds chirping…
What I got?
Was a walking sin leaning against a blacked-out motorcycle, arms crossed over his chest, tattoos on full display like he knew damn well they were a personal attack on my self-control. And those sunglasses? Usel
