Chapter Thirty-One- Adriana Gervais - 19 yrs old

Ana couldn’t decide how she’d handle seeing George. Did she pretend the kiss never happened? Tell him off and set stark limits? Fire him and hope her father doesn’t ask questions when she requests a new head of security or personal bodyguard. Whatever his job title was, she didn’t care right now.

It was all so much to think of because that wasn’t what her mind or body was truly focused on. She was still obsessing over the entire experience. It wasn’t every day that Ana was kissed like that. In fact, she didn’t believe she’d ever been kissed like that. Most males avoided getting entangled with her, believing she was more of a liability than a benefit. She’d never felt the need to rend and tear at anyone’s clothing. Never felt the need to feel skin on skin from only a single smouldering kiss.

She had to come at this from a position of strength. She was the leader here. The highest ranking member of any caste. If Ana failed to maintain her power over George, how coul