Georgina

His room seems even bigger than it did that drunken night. I hover in the doorway in my dress and cheap heels, trying not to tremble. He paces out of the bathroom, loosening his tie, casting it onto a chaise longue in the corner.

"Come," he repeats, gesturing for me to go to him.

I know I'm insane. I've lost my mind. Out of control — something I know I have never been.

But I go to him.

He stands before me, unbuttoning his shirt, expression shadowed and controlled, eyes blazing. "Lie on the bed."

My heart lurches. "Mr. Platton — "

"The bed."

Pulse vibrating in every vein, I do as he says, retreating to the expansive bed, set with beautiful cream-colored linen fabrics, and sit.

"Good." He slides the collared shirt off, revealing that glowing, impossibly flawless body. I bite my cheek hard, but with nothing else to do or say or look at, I can't help but drink him in. Ripped chest, stacked abs, a prominent V curving... "Go on."

I look up at his face, startled, as he approaches me. He take