Getting inside, I sped straight home, forcefully blocked out the events of tonight.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
I had to stop.
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
My phone rang, and I answered out of breath.
“Hello,” I exhaled, and I thanked God the voice I heard on the other side was Kira’s.
“You sound like you’ve either just ran a marathon or just got properly fucked.”
On second thought, never mind.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose. “What do you want, Kira?” I asked, frustrated.
“Richard scheduled a meeting with Beckham and a few of his associates. They want to lay a floor plan and think of some dates to host his events.”
Just hearing his name sent something dark through me, it was unbelievable.
“Great. Send me the details.”
She paused for a moment.“I’m also fitting in a nail and hair appointment for you tomorrow morning… you need some kind of relaxation.”
I pushed my hair out of my face with a small sigh. “Thank you, Kira.”
“It’s what I do, Rose.”
Back at home, I contemplated taking a bath, but I had to stop myself… that led me nowhere but on cloud nine last time. Going into the kitchen instead, I poured myself a glass of wine and swallowed half in one sip.
The wine burned as it went down, but it wasn’t enough. Not enough to drown out the taste of him on my lips, the way my body still ached for something I should never have wanted.
I felt…guilty. I just cheated on my husband. My husband offiveyears… the man I love. The man I’ve given my life to… all for a crude, flawed, emotionless man who wants to use my body for his pleasure.
Let me show you what it means when a man fucking cherishes you.
I shook my head as I continued up the stairs.
I have to stop. I need to get my life back in order. I need to get on good terms with Gavin. I need to get Beckham out of my head.
I need to stop.
Chapter eight
Rosenna
Afterfinishingatthehair salon, I made my way back to the office. Kira had scheduled two much-needed appointments, exactly the sort of distraction I needed to get my mind on track. With simple pinkish nude color on my finger and toenails and my hair done to be bone straight, I felt like a new woman.
Arriving at the museum, I found Kira in a discussion with Mr. Garcia’s associates. At sight of me, she stepped away and muttered as she walked past me, “He’s waiting in your office.”
Tension prickled my stomach. But the meeting was on—I had no choice but to face him. And so, armed with a set of files dutifully handed to me by Kira, I entered my office to tackle the human incubus.
His gaze penetrated me as he sat in a chair in the corner. “Rosenna.”
I crossed my arms, withholding a groan. “Beckham. I can’t do this right now. You need to leave and go to the conference room. We have a meeting to attend to…”
He only hummed as he gave me a sensual head-to-toe glance. I avoided his gaze, doing my best to ignore what it did to me.
