Chapter Sixteen

Emma

Tonight would be my third night on the third floor, and I had to admit my resistance to the attraction of Everett Ramses was waning.

“I don’t want you up here any longer,” Rett said, standing with me in the suite’s library. With the ceiling above us open, under the evening stars, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

Keeping him at bay during most of our days, I couldn’t deny the draw when we were together. In his arms, I was adrift on a cloud of Rett Ramses. The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with bodywash filled my senses. The key in my jewelry box gave me hope. And his dark gaze focused only on me was like a ray of sunshine that warmed me from within.

Nevertheless, I knew that I was perched on the precipice of the stand I took—my line in the sand. As my breasts flattened against his wide chest, his upsetting behavior was in the past. In the present, I was once again seeing the fairy tale of honeymoons and happily-ever-afters.