Lexie slammed her laptop closed, fatigue washing over her. The email from her agent sat unread—every attempt to focus failed miserably.
Rising from the bed, she pulled her Gucci robe around her bare skin and moved toward the window.
The ivory trees that had initially drawn her to this room were withering now, creating an unsightly view that matched her mood.
Everything irritated her, especially Dorian's brutal rejection—though that stung with both humiliation and rage.
She approached her mirror and let the silk robe drop. Her golden body gleamed magnificently in the reflection.
Posing slowly, she watched her rosy nipples respond and harden.
Despite the ache from Dorian's dismissal, his presence had ignited something primal within her.
She squeezed her nipples, pressing her thighs together.
"No one turns me down," she whispered to her reflection.
Fire built between her legs, and she knew exactly what she needed.
