AYLA
My mouth felt as dry as dried wood. I was thirsty.
Volcano eruptions were going on in my head as I peeled my eyes open.
My stomach dipped, then twisted.
Oh no.
I rushed to the bathroom and emptied everything out.
The smell of whiskey oozing from the puke.
Another headache.
Shit...
I tried to think about what had happened the night before. Nothing came.
I felt wasted and sobered at the same time.
I moved back into the room. Dimly lit. The sunlight from outside was locked out by the heavy curtains.
Somehow I could tell this wasn't the apartment I shared with Millie. It smelled masculine, clean, comfortable, and him.
I guess I was going to have to get used to not just lusting after my boss but living with his scent on my skin.
I pulled my hand to my face, to push back my ruffled hair when that familiar tingle made the hair on my nape stand.
I froze when a heavy presence told me I wasn't alone.
I froze as the memory from last night came back.
The stripclub.
