Owen
With a glass of Scotch in my hand, and half of it down my throat, I’ve managed to calm myself down. I’ve climbed back down off the ledge of panic I was on, so I can evaluate my position.
Okay, Petra knows who I am. That was always my biggest fear—that a sub would find me out, and then I’d be in jeopardy of Hollywood finding out and I’d lose the show. But with my nerves returning to a normal state, I think this may be exactly what I need. I need to face my fears.
Petra has signed a contract that has stipulations about privacy and some stiff penalties for breaking anything in that contract. I should be safe to continue this thing.
And she and I have some off-the-charts chemistry too!
I’d hate to end it when I’ve found someone so receptive to what I want. But I’m bending too many of
