Chapter 37 Vlyrissa Thorne

• A lump formed in my throat, my face reddening from embarrassment. "N—Not at all, sir. He's merely an acquaintance."
• That suddenly sounded stupid considering I'd almost come from masturbating and dreaming of him. How fucked up.
• His brows furrowed as if in contemplation. "I checked and discovered he was representing Mr. Harrison. They really ought to vet people better before giving out invites." There was a brief pause. "Thank God you aren't dating him. You should steer clear, Ze."