Chapter 8 Avery & Drake

• AVERY
• From the moment my morning alarm blares, until I exit the elevator, I am consumed by last night’s dream. Let’s just hope that they don’t plague me the entire day. I don’t think I’ll survive otherwise. The sleek black limo is already waiting for my arrival, the driver standing outside.
• “Good morning, Ms. Summers,” he says, opening the door for me. I slide onto the sleek leather seats. Drake’s hand immediately going to my knee, his thumb instantly drawing circles. The sparks from his touch, has me turning pink. Indecent images popping up, as I ponder what it’d be like for him to caress me the way I crave. The ways I have thought about touching myself recently. A new, intriguing notion I’ve never had the inclination for.