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I let him direct me through the entire shower, wondering what comes next but not ready to ask.Part of me wants him to stay.That’s certainly a terrible idea.

“You look all fucked-out,” he murmurs as he wraps a towel around my waist.

When I open my mouth to deny it, a yawn pops out.“I haven’t slept well lately,” I admit.My voice is still scratchy from having his cock in my throat.

Maybe it’ll stay that way for a few days.Give me something to remember.

“Sit.”He points to the bed.I don’t even consider not obeying.

He’s not my dominant.He’s not my anything.Still, this feels good right now.

“I’m gonna go rummage in your kitchen, find you a snack,” he says.“I’m not taking good care of you if I don’t feed you.You sleep in pajamas?”

I nod toward the dresser.“Shorts and a T-shirt.”

He opens the top drawer and pulls them out.“Get changed.I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, PJ?”

He pauses at the doorway, eyebrows raised.

“Thanks.For…all of this.”Maybe he doesn’t understand what I’m thanking him for, but that’s okay.

He flashes me that grin of his, and then he’s gone.

I wrap my arms around the pillow that used to be Marina’s.It’s still strange trying to sleep alone.Even stranger is the sleepy realization that if she were here, I’d be the one going to the kitchen.

All at once, I’m overcome with a heaviness, a bone-deep exhaustion I don’t expect.Maybe it’s the earlier orgasm, maybe the warm shower, or even the relief that for a moment, I have no decisions to make.

All I know is that I have every intention of getting dressed like he said, but I find myself sliding sideways, sinking deep into my pillow.

ChapterSix

PJ

There’sa giant painting on the wall of Fallon’s living room of what looks like a female vampire standing over a man’s bleeding body.I’ve been snooping around his house because it’s better than dwelling on how everything about last night got fucked sideways.

The woman in this painting bears a strange resemblance to the woman in a frame on Fallon’s dresser.If she knew what I did last night, would she make a meal out of me like that dead guy at her feet?

Last night I was seriously off my game.My date never had dinner, which was supposed to be the primary objective of the evening.Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged him out of Mama Elisabetta’s after all.Definitely shouldn’t have let my anger leak out all over him.I’m usually better at holding it in with a client.

Honestly, I’d planned to try and cheer him up.I’m good at that shit.Most of my repeat clients tell me that I’m a great listener and I make them laugh.

I don’t usually get so aggressive.Not with someone who’s paying me.Doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it again.

And again.

My ex would have stormed out of the room if I’d come on her face like that.Except…Fallon seemed to like it.I sure fucking did.

It was a little primal, a little juvenile even.Like in elementary school where if you licked a piece of candy, it became yours.I wanted to lick Fallon all over, and in hindsight I’m pissed that I didn’t.

The fact that I never bothered to try to upsell the sexy times, didn’t get any extra money, isn’t nearly as bad as how I spent the night watching him sleep and realizing I’d been too wrapped up in him and getting us both off to care about the rest.I didn’t even try to charge him for spending the night.

I should care.Ineedto care.The money’s why I’m here.

Only last night I didn’t want it to be.A secret to be shared only between me and that crazy-ass vampire painting?I couldn’t put a price on what went down between us.Any amount of money would’ve made it cheap.

Eye-opening is the best word I’ve got.Even though it feels completely inadequate.