Sylvia’s body ached in places she hadn’t felt in years, a reminder of just how much she had let herself sink into Evans' sudden craving for her. Into the moment.
And for what? A one-night stand?
No. Worse.
A business transaction.
Her fingers dug into the sheets of her bed before she forced herself to let go. She should have known better. Men like Evans didn’t change. He could be passionate, intense, even intoxicating—but in the end, he was still a man who saw people as tools. Last night was likely nothing to him. All she had done was show him how she could be useful in more ways than one.
'Arrogant jerk. I just hate him.'
Standing up, she shook off the stubborn heat of last night and pushed the thoughts away. She had work to do.
If Evans wanted to act like nothing happened, fine. S
