Confounding woman. What made her think she could just invade my safe space and show up at the drop of a hat after fleeing dinner? I'm William Hunter, damn her. Yes, damn her to hell, because there it was again. That warm feeling in my chest, this time spreading right throughout my body, leaving my mind a mess as all the blood from it raced to flood my d**k.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, taking my jacket off and scrunching it up in my lap in an attempt to hide my growing problem.
"The water is fine, thanks," she said, placing her hand on my thigh.
She wasn't trying to turn me on. On the contrary, as is usually the case, she was having a meltdown. I tried reasoning with myself, but she was in my suite, vulnerable and maybe a little tipsy. There was no escaping it: given half a cha
