Chapter 20 Drake

• DRAKE
• Thoughts of Avery circulate my psyche while I sit in this waiting area, waiting for my meeting. My blood boils with anticipation of having her in my arms again, responding to my touch. Her pleasure was tangible, bringing me to life, leaving me buzzing with intoxication.
• “Pnina will be with you shortly.” Her assistant says, disrupting my peace. Her smile is flirtatious, her eyes dragging over my figure with a greedy look, but I barely acknowledge it or her, except to say thank you. Smug approval ripples within when she huffs, storming away with a pout.