TWENTY EIGHT

I had to keep my promise and give Jordan another round after we finished eating. When my legs are fully functional again, I quickly gather my belongings and stumble back home like a baby deer discovering their legs for the first time. I'm a little achy all over, but nothing a long soak in the tub and some rest can't fix. He drains me completely, but the pleasure he provides is worth the side effects.

I press the elevator button and lean against the wall as I wait for it to arrive at the lobby.

I should have accepted Jordan's offer to carry me home.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Trixie and Mrs. Morales block my path.

"Oh my goodness, look at you. "You look like you had a bad night," she observes.

Trixie pants loudly and attempts to jump on me.

"No, Trixie, come down." This morning, our young friend is not in the mood to wrestle with you."I shuffle by the two of them, embarrassed, but Mrs. Montgomery puts her hand against the door,