Chapter 67
Selena’s POV
I was awakened by the sound of Charles's voice.
My eyelids seem to weigh a thousand pounds, and it takes some of my strength just to open them. I could vaguely see him sitting on the sofa not far from the bed. The neckline of his bathrobe was open, and his early-morning hair was a little tousled, with wisps of it hanging down his forehead, giving Charles a lazy, seductive look.
He casually put the phone to his ear. I heard him calmly say,"... delete all the security footage from the elevator yesterday. Yes, all of it. Make sure it's clean. Make sure no one can see what's on it."
I woke up immediately and sat up in bed. Elevator, security footage... ... The words exploded in my mind, creating a tidal wave, and then competing the images of last night piece by piece... Charles and I kissed in the elevator, and we couldn't stop touching each other, and he said to me, "I want to f.uck you so badly right now."....
Damn it. Is that even on tape?
