Chapter 15

• Megan was always jittery after ejaculation, knees unsteady and her brain glitching when it came to fine motor skills, but now it was worse. She was trying to hurry from the apartment without making it obvious that she was two seconds away from breaking into a run, but she was clumsy and awkward. Her great escape happened with everything but stealth and grace.
• After bumping into three people, one wall, and nearly sending somebody’s glass of wine flying, Megan reached the sanctity of the hallway. Oliver would be pissed that she’d bailed on him, but loitering around in the same fuck space as Aiden was impossible. That he’d seen her staggering back against a wall with her pants still undone was enough to make her want to vomit.
• Megan had no feelings of self-congratulation at having finally ripped off the suffocating cloak of her fear. She wasn’t submerged in bliss because she hadn’t balked or panicked. Instead she felt like a fool. She should have foreseen this, but she hadn’t. Even after she’d seen Aiden at speed dating and after Oliver had noted that her half brother was a regular at these parties. She’d been too focused on having a gorgeous stranger pleasure her, and on Oliver acting the part of the sexy, tempting devil by her side, that she’d forgotten why she’d always had reservations about giving in to her desires.