MAYA
“Meet Andre Reed,” my father continued. “Andre, this is my daughter Maya. The one I’ve told you so much about.”
Andre extended his hand. His grip was firm, warm, and lingered a second longer than necessary. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Maya. Your father speaks very highly of you.”
I forced a smile, shaking his hand while my mind screamed. This was the guy they wanted me to marry. The safe, respectable choice. The one who would secure family alliances and business deals. My thighs still ached from Tristan’s fingers. My core still fluttered from the memory of his mouth.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” I replied, voice softer than I intended. I sat down across from them, crossing my legs carefully. The movement sent a fresh spark of sensitivity through me, and I had to bite the
