Flora’s P.O.V

“Come over at my place for lunch. Tomorrow @ noon.”

I had received the text as soon as I had returned home last night and I still couldn’t believe my eyes.

I don’t know if it was the surge of jealousy I had felt when I had seen him ogled by hundreds of hungry female eyes or because I could no longer deny the physical attraction between us, but I think I was going to do it.

I was ready to sleep with Clay.

Even thinking about it made my ...