I take a deep breath and nod.
“You head out first,” he tells me. “I’ll follow in a minute. No one will suspect anything. Just be yourself.”
He looks fine. He doesn’t look like he just fucked me. He looks together, whereas I’m sure I look like hell.
I nod anyway and turn.
I walk back down the passage toward the main hall. My legs feel like someone else’s.
My panties are soaked through. I’m sure I smell like sex. I’m also a little sore down there, but in a good way.
What am I saying? There’s nothing good about this.
Shit!
My pulse is loud and fast, and I can’t seem to get it under control.
I pull my shoulders back. Ridge is right, I can do this.
