KIRA
My heart lurches in my throat when the text message goes from delivered to read.
A flood of guilt and nervousness pools inside me. What was I thinking? I was emboldened by Rhys making me suck his c**k, but it doesn’t mean I can simply send such an explicit picture to him. If I don’t see a shrink soon, I’ll end up in a mental asylum or six feet underground.
At least it wasn’t a picture of my p***y, I console myself. Lord knows how tempting that was.
The seconds tick painfully slowly as the tiny dots jump around next to his name, but then they stop, and the message never arrives. Even when it’s blatantly apparent that he thinks I am out of my mind, I wait.
Perhaps someone entered his office unannounced—because his assistant is not at her desk to let her know of the guest’s arr
