CHAPTER 11.
Sheila.
The party was in full swing when we arrived and I fell into a relaxing routine with Dylan. Thankfully, we made it past the entrance this time. With his hands on my lower back, I leaned into his embrace, seeking the warmth only he could provide.
In between conversations with other people, he teased me and at one point, it seemed like he was going to kiss me. My heart hammered in my chest as he leaned closer, his gaze intense as his eyes wandered from mine and settled on my lips.
Placing my hands on his chest, I reluctantly pushed him away as I blushed deeply. "Please not here," I whispered, my voice shaking.
He straightened and adjusted his suit, telling me that he was just pulling my legs. We bantered playfully after that but we were soon interrupted by a tall elegant woman. She looked like a sophisticated model with long red hair, the right color for seduction and warm brown eyes that portrayed confidence.
