I wake up in Eros' arms, still cautious over everything, as I have no idea who framed me. Part of me thinks it could be Olivia, but then again, Miss Long on the front desk hates me as well.
To be honest, most women hate me once they know what I do for work. It's as if they see me as a porn star who is going to f**k every guy she sees regardless of his relationships.
We're not like that, or most of us aren't anyway. I would never sleep with a guy who is even in a relationship, let alone engaged or married. The exception is at work. Many of the men at work are happily married, but their wives know what they do.
“You're obsessing,” Eros says, and I feel his fingers slide into my hair, grasping it. He tips my head back, forcing me to look at him. He leans forward and pulls my lip free from
