Roze and Warren's developing relationship went from sweet and friendly, to hot and heavy in a drop of a hat. Warren couldn't keep his hands off her and she was quick to drop her panties.
For him and no one but him.
Roze learned that Warren wasn't just dominating, but possessive. She had seen it in him at the ball, all the men leering at her as if they wanted her, and if she entertained them, they'd steal her, pissed him off. He had been quick to be there to drape an arm around her shoulders, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
It was two weeks later after the ball and their elicit first nights when she went to his office with lunch. She was going up in the elevator when a man got on with her. The honey brown-haired man looked at her curiously seeing her and did a double-take, his
