tartled Isla awake. She rubbed her eyes, the events of the previous night rushing back in fragments-w

was everything. She remembered how her body had reacted

stance of imprudent decision-making. She was different from those at the charity function. She wasn't meant to be among them. Neve

whatever had transpired with Cameron Blackwood. She felt a sudden surge of reality. He was merely a man and

onally and physically since the previous evening. Cameron hadn't contacted her, and she secretly didn't anticipate hearing from him. Men like him ra

had kissed her so passionately and desperately was the same man who probably didn't think twice about her this morning seemed unreal, almost

and was groggy as he reached for it, and when he saw the time, he muttered a curse. 10:15 a.m. Th

her and made love, his mind replayed the way she had tasted-sharp, defiant, and vulnerable all at once. However, that wasn't the problem. The repercussions were the pr

he threw it back on the bed. It wasn't the first time he'd ignored his business partners' constant b

nd left the room, Isla on his mind. Like he intended to do, she w

owever, he was clueless about

the kiss, the lovemaking, the passionate chemistry, and the awkwardness of the previous evening were only a brief slip-up in her me

er when they happened to cross paths in the hallways or at school. He pretended that she was just anothe

y assured herself that this was an error that she would never make again. However, the memory of him-the force of that k

ne step at a time. Now, that was her only option. She could only take one step at a ti

d her thoughts as she sat at her desk.

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