En cours de chargement...
She wakes in a strange bed with a strange man after a night of drinking and dancing. Who is he? What happened to her? How did she get here? What will he do to her?This title contains material not suitable for minors. EXCERPT:There was a light - a tiny bit light sneaking in under the door from the next room. It was just enough light to see her dress on the back of a chair and her bra lying on top of it.
That meant she was in someone else's bed wearing only panties. If she knew whose bed she was in or who had undressed her, it would be okay, but she didn't. Part of last night was a blur. The first part was clear. She had gotten dressed up and gone out. She remembered going out drinking. She remembered dancing but some of the details after that were a kind of fuzzy. She'd met a man. In fact, she'd met more than one.
It was exactly what she needed. It was fun with no commitments, no strings attached. She'd danced with a few men and they had bought her drinks. No one had drugged her. She was careful. She always watched her drink being made and never touched one that she left unattended. Besides, she didn't feel drugged - maybe a little drunk still - but not drugged. She was still sleepy and a little drunk. She remembered how feminine she felt in his arms as they danced.
She'd made a spectacle of herself on the dance floor. But she couldn't help it. All she could think about was how good it would feel to be with him.