Loving You, My Regret

Synopsis

"Emily..." The man's voice was gentle and affectionate, and as he kissed her over and over, his bearing was one of utter devotion. Looking into Andrew Foster's deep eyes, Emily Harper should have been captivated, but she untimely recalled the scene of catching him and Olivia Lane in bed that day. It was a dressing room in a banquet hall, and anyone could barge in at any second. They were so consumed by desire that they couldn't help themselves. They forgot to close the door before they were all over each other. Olivia, dressed in a striking red gown, lay on the couch like a gorgeous rose in full bloom, her allure almost overwhelming. When Andrew was on top of her, his expression was one of utter loss of control, something Emily had never seen on his face before. He was kissing Olivia and kept calling out "Olivia." The thrill of their secret affair made them completely lose control. They didn't notice Emily quietly dozing in the corner of the changing room until she stepped out of the shadows and gazed down at them.