was to him, she held no illusion about who he was. And what he did.
“No one will hurt me while Rogan is around,” she told Tilly.
“Is he ever there? Because every time I’ve called you, he’s been out.”
“He works a lot.” Too much. He needed to delegate more. She knew he was under a lot of strain.
You could help ease the strain .
Nothing like a hard, hot fuck to ease the stress levels.
Down, girl.
Her libido raced out of control.
“Miller, please consider moving in with us. I promise not to fuss.”
“Uh-huh,” Miller replied skeptically.
“Well, I won’t fuss much. I nearly lost you.”
Miller could hear the pain in Tilly’s voice.
Guilt swirled in her stomach. Why did Tilly bother with her? She was nothing but trouble. Everyone else in her life had abandoned her. Her mother had run off. Her father had left her with her grandmother. He’d spent most of her childhood in and out of jail.
Her grandmother had believed children should be seen and not heard. She hadn’t believed in spoiling children with anything resembling praise or affection.
Tilly’s family semi-adopted Miller, opening their house to her and providing her with the love and affection she craved.
And how did she repay them? By nearly getting Tilly killed.
“Tilly, I am so sorry for what I did.”
“Miller, we are not doing this again.” The stern tone of Tilly’s voice surprised her.
“What do you mean?”
“You have apologized enough. You made a mistake. You didn’t set out to put me in danger. So chill. Javier told them I had their money. He was stupid enough to cheat them. He sold them drugs and took a bigger cut than agreed. He hid the money by exchanging the cubic zirconia in my grandmother’s ring with a real diamond. None of that was your fault. You were trying to figure out what happened to your mother and you ended up in a shitload of trouble. Concentrate on yourself. Don’t worry about you and me. We’re good.”
Miller blinked, surprised at the welling tears. “I’ve got to go. Need to exercise.”
“Okay,” Tilly said. “Call me tomorrow?”
Ahh, let me check my diary. Yep, surprisingly I’m free all day.
“Will do.” She ended the call and lay back on her bed.
“Miller, you are such a loser,” she muttered to herself.
No job. No house. No boyfriend.
Sad. Very sad.
She needed something to focus on. Something to keep her mind occupied.
Something to stop the cravings.
The thing is, sometimes she wondered what she craved more. The drugs. Or Rogan.
Neither of them would be good for her.
But damned if that stopped her from wanting them.
***
“What do you think about this?” Miller held up a fluffy, pink dressing gown.
“It looks like the Easter Bunny shed his skin,” Natalya replied.
“Well, I like it. It’s warm and fluffy.”
“And the least sexy thing I’ve ever seen.”
Perfect. She needed ways to keep herself from jumping Rogan’s bones because it was getting harder and harder to fight her attraction to him.
“That thing will cover you from head to foot,” Natalya told her.
“Good. I’m getting it.”
“Wait, you never buy anything, and now you’re buying this monstrosity?” Natalya peered at her. “Okay, what’s up?”
The woman was way too perceptive.
“Nothing’s up. I want to buy something, what’s so weird about that?”
Miller made her way over the counter, hoping to dissuade Natalya, who had been studying a slinky red nightgown that would look smoking hot against her tanned skin. Natalya was gorgeous with long, dark hair and a sweetly curved body.
“You should buy the red nightie,” Miller told her as she paid for the dressing gown. Yep, this robe would cover up her traitorous body, which seemed to take on a mind of its own when around Rogan. “You’ll look hot. Aedan won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
Natalya grinned. “He can’t keep his eyes off me anyway.”
“He adores you.” Miller couldn’t help but feel