AYLA
I lay on my side, the blanket tangled around my waist, my signature red hair fanned across the pillow like fire against white linen.
How did girls react after their first sex?
I wasn't embarrassed.
I just didn't want to see Don Cassian.
I didn't want to think about the night before, or how my body had given in to his seduction.
But fate hates me.
I opened my eyes, and dark-blue eyes found mine, hands propped on both thighs.
My lashes fluttered once. Maybe twice.
Heat washed up the back of my neck.
It was just sex, Ayla. Nothing else. Nothing more.
It was just business, right?
I'd agreed to this part of the contract.
So why was everything feeling so intense?
The intensity of his gaze made me feel disoriented for a second. I pulled the sheets to my bare chest, my gaze drifting across the ceiling, the walls—and then his hands again.
My eyes slowly dropped to the revolver in his hand. Then slowly climbed back up to his face.
And I knew I fucking hated him.
