I ran a hand through my hair, trying to look somewhat human again. I felt the tension radiating off me, the blue-ball ache a dull throb in my lower abdomen. Tessa turned around, fixing her stockings and smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt. She looked at me, seeing the storm behind my eyes, and a small, sympathetic smile touched her lips.
"Jesus, cowboy," she teased, stepping closer and patting my cheek. "You can always finish this back at the penthouse later tonight. Calm down before you give that guard a heart attack."
I sighed, the anger slowly deflating into a weary frustration. I looked at her—wrecked, beautiful, and still smelling like the mess we'd made—and I felt a twinge of guilt.
"Ugh... sorry for having you come all the way down here, Tessa," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "I thought it'd be hot... a quick thrill... but, yeah. Sorry the ending got ruined."
