Evan Carter — First PersonHe hadn’t even gotten out of bed. He was simply propping himself up on one elbow from the doorway of the bedroom, sheets tangled around his waist, a sleepy look of desire in his eyes as he gazed at me from under rumpled hair.“I—” I stammered. “I thought you were asleep.”“I was,” he said, standing up from the doorway and walking over to me. He was moving slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, gloriously naked as he came at me. “Until I felt the bed empty.”I swallowed hard. “I have to go home. I need to shower and change.”And pretend I didn’t spend the weekend getting railed by my boss, I wanted to add. He stopped inches from me, close enough that I could feel the heat emanating from him like a furnace.“You’re not leaving unless I say so,” he growled, his fingers wrapping around my chin as he turned my face up to his. “Adr
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