Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend's Husband
But that wasn't what made my face burn with embarrassment.
It was the notebook in my lap. The one with the hand-drawn cover. The one titled in bold, embarrassingly obvious letters: My Secret Desires.
Christian leaned in, a naughty smile slowly spreading across his face, "What's that?"
"Nothing."
He grabbed the album before I could stop him, and held it up to the light.
"My Secret Desires," he read slowly, laughing mischievously when he noticed my expression. "Katrina, what kind of book is this? I'm definitely interested in this one now."