If I was going to give myself to anyone I was glad it was him, but that feeling was evidently not mutual.
I was disappointed. All the fantasies I’d had about him, I’d convinced myself they would just remain that way—as fantasies—because a man like Donovan Black could never be interested in someone like me.
Apparently that voice in my head was right, because he wasn’t.
“Oh. Okay. Sure,” I said quietly. “Whatever you want to do.”
I gave the window my attention, unable to look at him.
I felt shame slither through me, far worse than the shame I felt at selling my body to the highest bidder.
“Jessica.” He said my name softly, but I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t want him to see that I was fighting back my tears.
“It’s fine. I probably should go home. It’s been a long day.”
The car turned the corner a little sharply and I scrambled to grip the seat, but it was no good. I slid into him and he grabbed my hips to steady me.
My eyes lifted to meet his, my heart thudding in my chest. I feel electricity zap through my body at his touch. I needed it. I craved it and I craved him. This was never going to be enough for me. I wanted to be more than employer and employee.
I wanted Donovan and I was going to do whatever it took to have him.