Dianna groaned at the familiar but unwanted pain as she pushed up from her desk. It had been a long fucking week. She didn’t know if it was pain from sitting in one spot for so long, the stress of her current project, the long hours, part of her pain cycle, the lack of sleep, or the pent-up sexual tension from seeing Jack nearly every night but not being able to touch him. It could be one, three, or every single one of the above reasons, or it could be a sign that her disorder was progressing. Her last doctor’s appointment had led her to believe that her disorder was...