Allison's POV
Damn! I can't believe I actually pulled that on Darius. I've been laughing under my breath, the thrill lingering for far longer than I expected. Someone had slipped a tiny burner phone under my pillow last night—probably the chef from the other night, though I'm not entirely sure. Either way, thanks to Jessica, I didn't have to stay in her room anymore. She said I could move in when I was ready. I wasn't sure if I'd ever really be "ready," but at least I had options.
A sly smile tugs at my lips as I recall Darius's reaction. The tension in his voice, the barely contained urgency—I could feel it, that raw need. And it stirred something in me, something I knew I should resist. But I couldn't help the heat pooling low in my stomach, or the flutter that left me feeling strangely vulnerable yet powerful.
