Chapter Twenty-Four

Ian stood there mutely watching Tori leave. Mere minutes ago, he’d been on top of the world, riding a crest of the best orgasm in his life and relishing the intense connection they’d shared.

Now, desperation threatened to overwhelm him. He had to fix this! But what could he possibly say that would make it right between them? Would she believe he’d planned to tell her back when he took her into the alcove earlier? Would she remember? That she, herself, had prevented him from speaking?

How could he convey to her how much she meant to him? How much he loved spending time with her? How he’d hoped that sex would be only the beginning…

But she’d left him high and dry. It was no use. She would never understand, never forgive him for what he’d done.

Turning away, he began angrily yanking on his clothes. His plan had gone well, better than he had ever anticipated, the sex better than he could ever have imagined. But then it had all blown up in his face.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! He’d made a colossal error.

How could he have let her name slip so thoughtlessly?

He looked one last time around the room where they’d shared such amazing intimacy. He turned away, continuing without pausing through the rooms of Club Exotica and straight out the entry doors. He doubted he would ever go back. The place now held absolutely zero appeal.