h a start, grogg

shed she hadn't when a throbb

rawled beside her. Even in his flaccid state, he was still impressive and ev

ight, all the things they'

be, were oddly alive. But as deliciously ravished as she felt, she had to get out of there quick before Liam woke up. The last thing she wanted was an aw

es on the end table. She snapped them on and sprung out of bed, wrestl

n. When she opened them again, the ground had sto

ied to locate her clothes. But her dress had mysteriously vanished. The dis

n. Surely he wouldn't miss it, she thought as she grabbed her

t the foot of the stairs. Funny, she

her clothes. She trembled at the memory of every little t

ped into her shoes. As deliriously thrilling as last n

ronted with the business of making small talk with total strangers. Something she struggled with on any given day but seemed incredibly impossible today.

you home, Miss–?" D

his polite attempt at an introduction, decli

" one of the housekeepe

the residents cleared it with security, no one could drive

this all the time, drive

sure her, his words h

bit of common sense they still had last night. They used protection. She remembered seeing the shiny foil wrappers on the floor when she ran out of Liam's

is

ed daze and grimaced at the butler;

ondering how she was so polite and calm after wh

some breakfast

also part of the 'Liam Experience', being offered breakfast befor

ncreasingly apparent he did this all the time, brought random women ho

nger. She wanted to leave and run to the safety

door and showed her to the stately L

ow, wishing she could melt into the plush le

driver, asked, catching her

scream anywh

jumped into his bed, even when her friends warned her, even when he told her

hick eyebrows fuse

e less she had to do with Liam, the better. She couldn't allow his driver to know