Ryan
Brittany trailed me all the way to my office. That was fine. We needed to have a chat that was long overdue.
I sat in my office chair while she perched on the edge of my desk, leaning forward to give me an ample view of her cleavage. I quickly stood and crossed my arms over my chest.
I used to find Brittany irresistible. She came to my pack when her mate rejected her. It was lust at first sight. We'd spend hours tangled in the sheets, bodies intertwined as passion consumed us. I couldn't get enough of her curves, the way she moved against me, the breathy moans that escaped her lips…
Once upon a time, that was the case. The mere idea of spending time with her any time soon made my skin crawl. It wasn't entirely her doing, though. She remained the same.
It was me who had changed.
