Chapter 9 Georgia
G,
Get it.
-Freema
This wasn’t like her. This was rash and impulsive, a bad idea in progress, and her heart raced with excitement.
The way he looked at her, like he wanted to toss her over his shoulder caveman-style, made her shiver, in a good way. n***d and wet, she wanted him to throw her down to the floor—okay, maybe onto a towel on the floor—and f**k her senseless.
The day had been so frustrating; she just wanted to feel good. Despite being introduced as the house manager, the window installers refused to follow her directions. Every question, every decision, they just ignored her and ran off to Talen, only to have him repeat her words. The shitshow took twice as long as it should have, resulting in the windows running way past the estimated three-day installati
