Page 34 of Beautiful Scars

And to think, last night I was silently begging him to take me back to his place and screw me.

My eyes stray to the closet. Then they move around the room again and land on that little wooden door. I’m mildly disappointed when it opens to a tiny room just big enough for the toilet and basin inside.

I walk back to the bed, my gaze sweeping over every detail before fixing on the leather cuffs attached to the bed.

Hang on.

This is all business to Cillian...but what if I can change that? What if I can get him on my side? If I can get him to drop his guard…

The vague outline of a plan begins taking shape in my mind.

Shit. It might just work.