IRENE'S POV

I FELT dirty after everything, the fact that I climaxed to the memories of a man I claimed to hate was itself very complicated…

I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom brushing and flossing quickly before heading under the faucet for a warm bath.

Deep down in my soul I wished the warm water cold wash away his touch from my nerves and soul.

I ran the comb through my hair as I rang the phone downstairs telling the maid what I wanted for breakfast.

My plan for the day was easy—I was going to avoid anything to do with James.

Soon, I heard...