-POV Derby
I didn’t go to his place on Thursday night.
I told myself it was dignity. Smarts. Self-preservation.
But the truth was uglier: I was terrified of how badly I still wanted him.
All weekend my body betrayed me. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him — thick, deep, stretching me open while he pinned my wrists and watched my face like he owned every moan I made. I touched myself twice in the shower, biting my lip so hard it bled, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.
By Monday I was wrecked.
Then the email came.
Private Strategy Discussion – 8 PM – My office (private entrance)
I stared at it for ten seconds.
Then I typed: I’ll be there.
I hated myself the second I hit send.
At 7:55 PM I stepped into his office.
Jordan was waiting — jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, ey
