Chapter Thirty

I am literally still so limp and eviscerated, though, I can’t move.

Apparently, he has other things on his mind and doesn’t wait for me to compose myself.

He says, “Slip under the covers. Rest. We’ll be landing shortly, and we have a very big day ahead of us.”

He leaves, the doors automatically closing behind him.

I stare at them.

In the polished burlwood, I pretty much see the writing on the wall.

This was just sex.

Nothing more.

And, seriously… What the hell did I expect? That just because Jameson took me to astounding heights, he was equally ensnared?

I simper—at my own idiocy.

Then I redirect all my wayward ideations and make a personal executive decision.

I want the man. There’s no denying that.

But the man’s not really up for grabs.

Thus…

My moves must be strategic, while also being wholly conducive to what it earnestly is that he’s looking for from me.

I do as he’s instructed, sliding under satiny sheets and settling into a bed that is so sublime, I know I’ll be out like a light