Chapter 15 Desperate Measures

• Anna stared blankly at the white ceiling for about five minutes, not wanting to get out of bed, not wanting to face Tony.
• It was almost one week; a week with no sex and quite frankly, she was getting desperate. Seeing him daily was no help to her sexual deprivation - he tempted her like no man ever did, and he was a temptation she couldn't sin for.
• Slamming a pillow to her face, Anna released a throaty groan, remaining there with her frantic thoughts until she heard her name.