FrostI woke with a start. “Huh?” I asked, looking around, my naked body immediately on edge.
My eyes finally focused on Michelle in the dim, cool light of the fresh morning, looking just as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her. She was already fully dressed and slipping back into the hotel room as quietly as she could.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she chirped, climbing onto the bed.
I wiped a hand down my face. “What time is it?” I asked as I propped myself up in bed on one elbow.
“A little before eight,” she said, her hand resting on top of the covers, just over my thigh.
I immediately felt a stirring below at her hand's pressure, but I pushed the thought away. As intense at last night had been, we had things to do today, like get Michelle back to her pimp. Last night hadn't changed a
