89. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. That night was forsaken. Two days had passed since that fateful evening, two days since I had slipped out of my grandmother’s house, my body still trembling from the reckless act I had committed in the abandoned kitchen of her best friend. The memory burned hot in my chest, a mixture of shame and exhilaration. What if I had been caught? The sheer stupidity of it all clawed at me. It was as if the universe had paused just to watch me lose control, my better judgment tossed aside in a haze of desire. The things we do when we’re too damn horny. I tried to shake the thought as I picked up my phone, dialling Jane, my assistant. "Good morning, Jane. Any feedback?" I asked, keeping my voice steady. "I'm sorry, Ms Donald," Jane replied apologetically, though her tone seemed slightly distracted. "We haven’t heard anything from headquarters yet, but I’ll inform you as soon as—" Her voice cut out abruptly. I pulled the phone away from my ear, frowning. "Jane?" I c