Chapter Seventeen AvaLately, it seems like there’s a big difference between what I say and what I mean.
I said I wouldn’t let things go beyond talking with Barrett, but apparently that meant talking him into bed with me. I couldn’t resist a shot at deliciously forbidden s*x and half-a-dozen, life-changing orgasms with the man I’ve lusted after since before I knew what lust was.
I said I wouldn’t get attached. I’d kiss him goodbye and then send him back to Chicago, no harm, no foul. Hell, two nights ago, I looked at him, his perfectly sculpted figure lying completely naked in my hotel bed after a night of mind-blowing s*x that exceeded any wild dream I had of how good it would be, of how good he would feel…I looked at him and said it didn’t bother me that he was leaving. I said things wou
