Chapter Two
Ember
How could I not know about Cohen Nash owning this freaking resort?
Seven years of making sure to never cross paths with the man, and here I am, staying in a resort that he owns. What were the chances of that happening?
Houston was a big city, but not so big that people didn’t talk about each other, especially those who’d made a huge success out of themselves. And Cohen had made an enormous success out of himself.
I’d only ever seen the man wearing jeans and t-shirts — the expensive suit blew my mind. And he’d never looked better either. I hated how easily he affected me, making my insides melt just by seeing his handsome face. And when he touched me, moisture blossomed in my lower region, the way I’d only experienced with him.
Unfortunately, the way he made me feel
