Desires Die Hard

Chapter 17

Anya let her thoughts wander as she headed to the bus stop. Unfortunately, her skirt and white blouse were now stained with tea. The wet parts of her clothes stuck to her uncomfortably. Sadly, she didn’t have another set of clothes on her and was stuck with these wet ones.

Her skin glistened under the wet patches of fabric. You could almost see her naked flesh under the clothes.

It was an alluring sight.

Anya slowly made her way to the bus stop. Her figure caught the eyes of many pedestrians as they streamed down the streets. Their heads turned and their eyes fell on her and didn’t move away.

The stares made the young woman feel incredibly uncomfortable. She kept her eyes on the ground and quickened her pace.

That wasn’t helping her though.

As long as her clothes remained wet, she was going to attract stares from the people around her. Anya was mortified. Should she grab some napkins from her bag and slap them over the wet patches on her blouse?

People on the bus were going to be staring at her as well when she boards the bus.

Anya clutched her bag tightly to her chest at that thought. She marched towards a billboard ahead of her. It was right next to the wall. If she stood right next to it, someone would have to walk right past her in order to spot her.

and rummaged around for some napkins. She lifted the hem of her blouse

that precise moment, Evan’s black Bentley drove past Anya.

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eyes landed squarely on Anya as she lifted

sight would’ve tempted any man to

sun. It is as fair as fresh snow. Like snow, there was a certain

would have been able to

window. His eyes were dark, still and unrippled. You couldn’t discern his thoughts from them at

catch a

had dared to

had made things worse. That made his stomach churn with

time he saw her. Memories of what

him. Yet he couldn’t deny the fact that he had enjoyed

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couldn’t forget how good

drugged him so that he would fall into bed with her. That knowledge tainted the experience he had felt that night. He was adamant to not have anything to do with that woman.

fingers to his brow. He gently massaged his forehead and tried to chase all thoughts of Anya out of

mind.