“You shouldn’t be here.”
Lola’s voice was barely a whisper, but the urgency in it was unmistakable. She stood in the dimly lit suite, her arms wrapped around herself, as if bracing for the storm she had willingly walked into. The room smelled of expensive scotch, of secrets too dangerous to name, of a mistake that had already been made but couldn’t be undone.
Desmond leaned against the edge of the table, a slow, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You say that every time, yet you’re always the one who calls first.”
Lola’s breath caught in her throat. Because it was true.
She should have walked away from this long ago, should have never entertained the idea in the first place. But here she was, standing in a hotel suite with a man who wasn’t hers to want, wasn’t hers to need. And yet, s
