Chapter 82: Jennifer

Saturday. Cala Gració, Ibiza.

JENNIFER PRESSED HER BACK against the cool door. She didn't actually need to use the restroom, but it provided her a much needed opportunity to catch her breath.

She'd never liked dancing. It always made her feel awkward and aware of herself in a way she'd rather not be. But swaying in Orion's harms hadn't been all that bad.

The flush she'd thought had gone away came back. Her eyes watered from the heat in her face.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut, but all that did was provide her a mental picture of Orion's face so dangerously close to her own.

Her insides seemed to melt.

What was happening to her?

She'd manage to hold on to her suspicion of the man for years.

Jennifer was falling for him. Maybe she already had?

Shit.

All too soon a day here and there wouldn't be enough. What about when he was busy and couldn't come see her?