An hour later, I shut my apartment door behind me and stood there for a full minute.
“What the f**k,” I whispered, staring into the silence.
Three men. Three f*****g bosses. Three very different nights. One thing in common. Me. I wasn’t supposed to be this girl. But I wasn’t saying no, was I?
After I'd bathed and settled in, a knock came thirty minutes later. I wasn't expecting anyone, I thought, as I walked to door and checked the peephole. My mouth flew open.
When I opened the door, Damien was standing there. He had on a black shirt, sleeves rolled, jacket gone, tie gone, jaw set, clearly straight from work.
“You’re not answering your texts,” he said flatly, his eyes scanning my body.
“I–I was in the shower.” I replied, flicking through my phone immediately.
He pushed past me. No
