CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN : Finger Deep in Denial
~Zella's POV~
I walked inside before my face could finish betraying me.
Straight to my room. Door closed. Back against it. Both hands pressed flat to the wood like I needed to hold it shut against something.
*Professional,* I thought. *We are being professional.*
I pushed off the door, pulled the curtains and changed out of the dress in approximately thirty seconds. Robe on. Bed. Done. Normal person going to sleep at a normal hour like someone who had not just had her forehead kissed in a car park while his daughter stood fifteen feet away on the phone.
I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.
My body was not interested in sleeping.
My body was interested in the night in his room. The dark. The heavy curtains. The way he had taken his
