ISABELLA’S POV
My mind was a goddamn mess, swirling uncontrollably. Thoughts of everything and anything flooded my consciousness, each one tinged with the longing I felt for my boss and memories of what we had done in front of the
mirror.
“Don’t think about it!” I warned myself, but the memories persisted, vivid and overwhelming. I buried my face in the quilt, screaming into its softness.
Why couldn’t I stop dwelling on it?
Looking back now, I had said so many “master”s!
Levi must have understood the connotation, even if he wasn’t into b**m himself. He must
have heard about it. I mean he is a grown man and obviously not a virgin.
Why hadn’t he clarified he wasn’t my master having seen me fall into a well of desperation for him?
Instead, he had assumed the role and touched me. I h
