Whipped
“One would think after last night he’d be in a better mood. She was certainly in a good mood. Her body still hummed with pleasure.
She would have stayed, would have loved to taste him again, but she’d left and left for one reason only.
When she woke up, just before dawn, and visited the facilities and glanced at her face in the mirror…it had frightened her. The makeup that had made her so alluring last night resembled something from a bad horror flick the morning after. One eyelash slightly skewed, lipstick smeared in a bloody path across her cheek, and her sultry smoky eyes had morphed into a look a raccoon would be proud of.
So she’d collected her things and snuck out.
She knew he wasn’t going anywhere. At least not for the next couple days. She knew she’d see him again.
It had been priceless witnessing the shock on his face when he noticed her at the table chatting casually with Angie.
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