Throughout the short ride to Dean's apartment, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. A week of stolen glances and sêxual tension had culminated in the inability to break apart for even a second. It had been almost painful to wait patiently as Dean paid the driver and took her up to his apartment.
In a haze of lust, she took notice of nothing. The building; the hall leading to his bachelor pad; everything but his room simply blended into the background, insignificant in comparison to the beautiful man who pulled her along by her hand.
By the time they'd reached his room, Elle had sobered up completely. Even with a clearer head she wanted him, if not more than before, and her desire superseded worries about the consequences of a night spent with her boss.
"We're crossing a line
