Brandi's POV
Two weeks later
I'm in my office reviewing a design layout for an office building I'm working on when my phone rings. I grab it without looking at the name.
"Hello."
"Brandi?"
"Yes." I pause, finally pulling my eyes from the paper. I pull my phone away from my ear and glance at the number. It's an unknown number. Why would someone I don't know have my cellphone number?
"I'm sorry, but who is this?" I ask when the person does not speak again.
"It's Lynn Taylor; we met at Giovanni's house two Sundays ago." The mention of his name sends me back to that night. He ran after finding me m**********g in his bed. That night I realized I was trying too hard to get his attention. I have never had to chase a man, so trying to convince him it was ok to f*CK me was ge
