CHAPTER THREE
She woke early the next morning and looked around the strange room, then at the man in bed next to her. "Oh, no," she groaned, when she realized that she had spent the entire night there with him. Her head throbbed from the liquor, but everything seemed so much worse, actually more realistic in the cold morning light and she felt sick to her stomach. She eased herself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom and tried to straighten her hair, wash her face and leave the hotel before he heard her. She wasn't even sure where she was, except it was somewhere in the lower part of Manhattan. She couldn't imagine what she would tell Sara, or even whether she could face going into the office again. She needed the job so desperately that she hated to give it up after just a few days.
