Olivia
I had slept with Wyatt.
No that wasn’t right,
Wyatt had f****d my brains out right there against his office door and I had let him.
Shaking my head as I stepped out of the shower I paused. No that wasn’t right either. I hadn’t let him.
I had wanted him to.
I had wanted him to possess me in a way I had never wanted anyone else too. From the very first moment I had seen him at the club I had wanted him inside my body.
And he hadn’t disappointed. Even if it had been quick, little more than a fumble I hadn’t left unsatisfied .
I had been left wanting more though.
The slight rapping of knuckles on the door caused me to glance at the clock. I had barely been home an hour. Which meant the club was still very much open.
It couldn’t be Wyatt.
So who the hell was at my door at
