I stretch out, feeling the emptiness of the bed on both sides of me. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find that I was alone. I sat up quickly, eyes scanning the room, ears listening out for any sounds that said I wasn’t alone.
There was silence.
I hold my silk sheets up my chest, eyes going over to the digital clock on my nightstand. It was barely 6am. I think about last night.
How did things unravel that way? Different images played through my mind, and that feeling of heat crept back to me. I toss myself back against my pillow.
Jesus Raine, it’s Monday! You don’t have time for this!
I stepped off the elevator onto my floor. Everyone was hard at work. I searched for Shane in the many faces on the floor, but he wasn’t there. I found my office and proceeded to act as if it was a normal day, as if I wasn’t concerned about the consequences of last night's sexapades. I stare at the emails, trying to force myself to read the text in each. My mind begins to question where Shane
