The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

So there was the question: what on earth did I get up to last night? What did I say and what did I do? She mused.

For a fleeting moment, Dorothy truly wished there had been a camera in the guest room, just so she could replay the events.

But then again, maybe not.

Just the thought of last night's wild romp sent her cheeks aflame. And that hotness was soaring right up to her hairline! Dorothy lingered in the bathroom for ages, and Everett was about to go check on her when she finally emerged, all bashful and hesitant.

Shuffling in the slippers Everett had brought in for her, she tiptoed to the dining room. She had figured Everett would play it cool, pretend like last night never happened, which would make it easy for her to gloss over the whole thing.

But no sooner had Dorothy sat down than Everett pushed a glass of milk toward her and his lips parted slightly, "About last night "I was plastered and totally out of it. Can't remember a thing, really!" Dorothy blurted out, interrupting him so abruptly it was almost suspicious.

Once said, the words couldn't be taken back.

pausing mid-air. "You were drunk, but I wasn't." What's his deal?

no need for sorry! I'm sure it was me who wouldn't let you leave.” Since he insisted on talking about it, Dorothy could

left the dining room, and only then did Dorothy

tense and was on the edge of collapsing. If Everett had persisted any longer, she might have bolted

the joyful voices of Abigail and Langston came from

"Mommy, I missed you so much!"

She scooped up her daughter, and then raised an eyebrow at Langston, "Aren't you going to hug Mommy?" Langston grimaced, "I'm not doing your

to read

the nursery. He was

glanced over at her and took a seat on the couch. Please