Chapter Nineteen

“Last night was...” she stuttered, unsure of what words could adequately describe what had happened. What they had shared had changed her completely, He made her feel special, desired, and beautiful. No other man had ever come remotely close to making rosa feel that.

But it was wrong. He was her boss. What would happen once he grew bored of her? Once someone else, in the office catches his fancy? How could she possibly work with him when she felt...

The word almost popped into her head but she squashed it down, she didn’t love him. That was impossible. Lust perhaps. In fact lust was entirely plausible.

The man was a walking advertisement for sex and debauchery. Knowing the pleasure he could give her, in his presence he made her want to strip off the coat and beg him to take her to those places only he could take her to.

'You could do that, chalk it up to one final fling with him before you walk away" the little voice of temptation urged Rosa, Of course she could do it.

But if she was