Zara struggled to focus on her work, but no matter how much she tried, her thoughts kept circling back to Nathaniel. Every time she remembered how she had thrown herself at him under the drug's influence, pleading for his touch, a wave of embarrassment washed over her.
Her cheeks burned as she bit her lip. She had never acted like that before. She had kissed him so desperately, losing all control. The fire raging inside her had driven her mad. She had even started in the car, forgetting where they were and who might be watching.
Mortified, she hung her head down. 'Did the driver see that? Oh God, how humiliating.'
Thankfully, Nathaniel had managed to restrain himself. If not, she might not have been able to face anyone. Yet, a sting of disappointment lingered in her chest.
It made sense that he had resisted in the car, but once they were home, he could have eased her torment, made love to her. Instead, he had plunged her into cold water and called Eugen.
