Aria’s POV
My heels click against the marble as Elias and I walk towards the boardroom. He’s walking close to me, but far enough that we’re not touching. He hasn’t looked at me once since he came out of the bathroom last night. I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed.
“Stop fidgeting,” he says quietly without looking at me.
“I’m not fidgeting.”
“You’re tugging at your dress.”
I drop my hands feeling nervous.
God, I’m so screwed. Because part of me wants to do it again, with him, with Damian, with Luca, with Noah.
With all four of them. One me.
What kind of person wants that?
What kind of filthy person wakes up craving four men?
We reach the boardroom, and the doors are already open. Damian is sitting at the head of the table, sleeves rolled. He looks up the se
