Kayla's POV
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Now hurry up and finish dressing, your food is on the kitchen table."
I ditched my pajamas, settling for my bathrobe and running into the bathroom as fast as my legs could carry me. There, I turned on the shower. Images of Tristian Ravenford were all that seemed to plague my mind no matter how hard I tried to think about work and clients.
By the time I exited the bathroom, my n*****s were rock hard, and I was irritated and frustrated with my body, wondering why it was paying attention to Tristian Ravenford and not my instructions. For God's sake, I was supposed to be at work, and here I was, thinking about a man's body. Something that should be the least on my mind.
I slipped out of the bathroom and walked hurriedly into my room. There, I d
