Dirty Thoughts

POV Hazel.

I let out a shaky, pathetic sigh of relief the absolute moment he steps away from my body and disappears into his private bathroom. I lean against the edge of his massive mahogany desk, desperately trying to blame my clumsy, lingering embrace on the three shots of cheap tequila still swimming in my bloodstream. It has to be the alcohol. It cannot be me. But I cannot shake the reality o