June
Within minutes, the room assigned to us starts to smell faintly of perfume and hair spray, with Vanessa’s laughter bouncing off the walls as she chats with Esme.
"I just can’t get over how hot the CEO is," Esme gushes, sprawled on her bed with a face mask half sliding down. "Like…he’s so intense. He doesn’t even need to smile. Just walks in, and boom, you feel it."
Vanessa snorts, running her fingers through her glossy hair. "It’s the aura. You can’t fake that. One minute he’s ice-cold, the next he’s…kind of decent. You know he’s kind of unpredictable."
I barely hear them, because my mind is still wrapped around the moment earlier—his hands steady at my waist, his voice cutting so close when he asked if I trusted him. I told myself I’d ignore him, and I’d stop letting my body betr
