Vivian's POV
Out of everything that had come to mind when she had read Ryan's text, Vivian had not even thought of her drawing. The very secret one that she'd relied on to get herself through many nights.
How could she have been so careless?
She should have bought a safe and locked the drawing in it. Going so far as to make sure that she changed the code every day. But instead of taking those extreme and very needed steps, Vivian had just left the work of art in her drawer.
Now Ryan had found it and there was nothing she could do to take it back.
Looking into the man's serious face, she wanted to grab a shovel and start digging. Perhaps if she dug a whole big enough, she would be able to hide in it and never come out.
But as great as that fantasy was, it did not change her reality, the reality, where there was only herself, Ryan Terrell and the drawing of his dick between them.
