Tempest was in trouble, and she knew it.
When he pressed up against her, every last part of her body was telling her to forget her vow. The one that she made when she was nothing more than a child. She was waiting for love. Waiting for Mr. Right.
All Tempest wanted was for Dron to be Mr. Right Now. She'd never felt this level of crazed desire for someone. The only thing stopping her was the knowledge that what they shared was fabricated. He was doing this for a show. He wanted to get under her skin. And now with the deal they'd made in place, he would be getting under her skin in public.
She could deal with it. She had to.
At least, this time she would get something out of being another man's plaything. Dron promised that he would find someone who would be willing to get her home.
She had to keep that in mind. This would all be worth it in the end. Just six months of this and it would all be over.
