SABLE'S POV
I shut the door to my tiny room on the servants' floor and leaned back against it, letting the quiet wrap around me. The hallway outside was dark and empty, but my body still charged, still felt him everywhere. My legs were shaky, my skin too warm. I pressed my thighs together and felt that soft, sweet ache between them, the kind that made me bite my lip just remembering.
Jasper.
I closed my eyes and let the memory from last night flood in.
His office had smelled like leather and whiskey. The lamp on his desk had painted everything gold. When he locked the door behind me, the click had sounded so loud in the silence. I remember standing there in that stupid black dress, no panties, feeling the cool air on my bare skin and wondering if I was really going to do this.
