After an hour, I texted West to see if he still wanted me to stay.
‘Almost done,’ is what he replies, so I curl up on the cushy sofa in his office and scroll through recipes.
“Maya?”
I come awake to West standing over me with a tender smile on his face.
I swallow and nod because I can’t seem to form words when all I want to do is climb up onto him and rip off all his clothes.
That thought takes me a little by surprise. I must have been having some dream because it feels like my body is poised on the brink of an orgasm.
“Were you having a nightmare? You were moaning a little.”
I nod, still unable to speak. I’m filled with frustration and I have a powerful urge to stick my hand into my panties and finish myself off from whatever in my dream had my engine running. It was likely a drea
