CHAPTER 18
LILLY
A mistake?
How dare he say that kissing me was a mistake? He wasn’t the one kissing his nemesis. He wasn’t the one kissing a man who seems to already have a girlfriend… or even a wife.
I dive angrily into my bed and smack the pillow, wishing it were his face.
The thing that pisses me off the most is the fact that the kiss was off-the-charts amazing.
The best I’ve ever had.
Better than I could imagine a kiss ever being.
Great. Now I’m even hornier.
Oh well, there’s no avoiding it. Time to angrily masturbate myself to sleep.
* * *
When I come to the kitchen for breakfast, luck isn’t on my side. Bruce—whom I was hoping to avoid—is here, and he’s just starting on his Eggs Benedict.
“Morning,” he says. “I’m glad you’re here. I want to discuss your plans for the day.
