Rory’s POV
I’m hot, flustered and I haven’t even reached the venue for the charity event yet. I don’t know how he does it, but this man beside me seems to know exactly what to say to me to work me up into a frenzy.
My mind is running away with me, images of that first night in his hotel room flitting through my mind along with ideas of what else he could do to me if I just said yes.
Would it be so bad to give in? It’s just s*x, pretty much everyone does it and a lot seem to be able to accept it for what it is, a physical act. I could do that, right?
The car slows to a stop, and I peer through the tinted windows up at the expensive hotel beside us. The driver climbs out as I’m staring, a little awestruck, moving around the car to open the door closest to Marcus who steps out, waving at
