Lachlan POV
My nerves were absolutely f****d. Fried. Overcooked.
To say I was terrified that I’d read the room wrong would have been the understatement of the century.
The thought that she was just a decent human being solving a slightly annoying problem for me ran parallel to the thought that she may be interested.
I’d gone out on a whim when I’d walked up to her, suggesting that she could have just asked me to sleep with her.
I meant it. f**k, I meant it, but the thin layer of sweat that coated my underarms said I could have just royally f****d up.
The relief that flooded me when she’d fed into the incredibly oversize ego I pretended to have was immense, and I wasted no time getting a taste.
She tasted of vanilla, and I wanted to lock us in this room so I could continue to t
