All Chapters of Dripping Wet: A Collection of Forbidden Desires: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

The rain started sometime after midnight and did not stop.By morning the sky was a flat, heavy grey, and the temperature had dropped enough that the house felt damp even with the windows closed. Sienna woke with a dull ache behind her eyes and a tightness in her throat that she tried to ignore. She told herself it was nothing—just the sudden change in weather—and went downstairs anyway, determined to act normal.Damian was already in the kitchen when she appeared. He took one look at her face and set down the mug he was holding.“You look pale.”“I’m fine,” she said, though her voice came out raspier than usual. “Just didn’t sleep well because of the rain.”He didn’t argue, but the way his eyes moved over her—checking, assessing—made it clear he wasn’t convinced. She poured herself coffee and managed a few sips before the warmth turned uncomfortable in her stomach. By mid-morning the ache in her head had sharpened, and a low feverish heat had settled under her skin. She tried to pu

The invitation to dinner had been casual on the surface.Mrs. Blake had simply said, “Everyone home tonight. I’m making the roast. Be here by seven.” But the look she gave Sienna when she said it carried a quiet intention. Damian understood it immediately. This wasn’t just another family meal. This was the moment the last careful distance would be closed.By the time they sat down at the long dining table, the air already felt different. Ryan was in his usual seat, spinning a fork between his fingers. Mr. Blake poured wine with deliberate calm. Mrs. Blake moved between the kitchen and the table with the kind of focused energy she only had when something mattered.For the first twenty minutes conversation stayed light—work, the weather, a neighbor’s ridiculous new fence. Then, during a natural lull, Mrs. Blake set her glass down and looked directly at Damian and Sienna.“I think it’s time we stop pretending we don’t see what’s happening,” she said, voice warm but clear. “You two have

Adrian Pov~Most of the building emptied by seven.I stayed because I always stayed. Work was cleaner when the floors were quiet and no one expected conversation. That night I had three contract revisions and a risk assessment that needed to be on Richard’s desk before morning. Simple. Controlled. The kind of night I preferred.Then I noticed the light still on in the office next to mine.Lila Barrett’s office.I told myself to ignore it. She was an adult. If she wanted to stay late, that was her problem. I had no reason to check on her. No professional obligation. Certainly no personal one. I turned back to my screen and forced my focus onto the numbers in front of me.It lasted twelve minutes.A soft sound came from her office—chair rolling, then the quiet clink of a glass. I exhaled through my nose, saved the document, and stood. Walking over was a mistake. I knew it even as I did it. But leaving her alone on an otherwise empty executive floor felt wrong in a way I didn’t want to

The hotel was supposed to be simple.Two rooms. Same floor. Professional distance maintained.Instead, the receptionist gave them an apologetic smile and said there had been a booking error. The second room was still being cleaned after a maintenance issue and wouldn’t be ready until the next afternoon. The only option left was a single king room with one bed.Adrian stared at the key cards in his hand like they might change if he looked long enough.Lila stood beside him, calm on the surface. “It’s only one night,” she said quietly. “We’ll manage.”He didn’t trust himself to answer.The room was large, modern, and entirely too intimate. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the Chicago skyline. A single wide bed dominated the space. There was a small sitting area, a desk, and a bathroom with a glass shower. No couch long enough to sleep on comfortably. Nowhere safe to put real distance.Adrian set his bag down near the desk. “I’ll take the floor.”Lila shot him a look. “Don’t be