CLYVE

SHE TOSSED her clutch, kicked off her high-heels, threw herself to my bed, and rubbed her temples.

“Did your drinks kick in?” I unbuttoned my shirt, zipped down my trousers. Her eyes widened in a bit when I was already in my knickers.

“We’ll just talk.” I grinned. I didn’t think she had the desire to sleep with me right now, so I lied down beside her and slipped my arm under her head.

She moved closer to me, tangling her bare legs with mine. She placed her palm against my chest as if to feel my heartbeat, which had been racing with anticipation since I saw the glittering...