Emma

Tonight would be my third night on the third floor, and I had to admit my resistance to the attraction of Everett Ramses was waning.

“I don’t want you up here any longer,” Rett said, standing with me in the suite’s library. With the ceiling above us open, under the evening stars, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

Keeping him at bay during most of our days, I couldn’t deny the draw when we ...