Twenty Five

My head was pounding with the force of an unforgiving hangover. My hands wrung together in my lap as my heart pounded roughly in my chest. The bathroom was thick with the fog from my shower. I sat on the edge of the counter with my back to the mirror as the veins in my forehead throbbed with the severity of the headache.

I'd slept with Clark Richmond.

I'd slept with my boss. My fucking boss and it was the best sex I'd had in a long time. No, scratch that, it the was the best sex period.

After the sex, we'd both been sated and a little too drunk to think of going back to our rooms. I wish I could've said I'd hightailed it out of his room as soon as I'd regained a semblance of consciousness, but that wasn't what happened at all. Sometime during the night, we'd both stirred from sleep.

I'd found myself staring silently at a sleep dazed Clark, my groin swelling as the seconds tucked by. Then he was on top of me, gazing down at me with furrowed brows, as if just the site of me confused