POV: EVE
Three weeks.
Three weeks of living with Dimitri Valentino. Three weeks of submission and denial and pleasure that never quite satisfied. Three weeks of him making her come in every way imaginable except the one she was desperate for.
Eve sat at her desk at Phoenix Talent Agency, staring blankly at her computer screen, the words blurring together until they meant nothing.
She'd read the same contract three times and still couldn't tell anyone what it said. Her mind was elsewhere.
Always elsewhere these days.
Specifically, her mind was focused on the constant, maddening ache between her thighs that had become as much a part of her as breathing. Permanent. Inescapable.
A low throb that pulsed through her body every second of every day, reminding her of what she wanted, what she needed, what he refused to give her.
