Six
Audrey
It took a little while before my brain came back from orbit after the mind-numbingly intense o****m. It returned with a thump, and the sudden and highly distressful realization that I’d just f****d a guy right out in my own stairway—for anyone to see. Or hear.
Christ, if Mrs. Peterson had been home, she’d have called the police on us for desecrating her front door—and rightfully so.
I wasn’t that kind of girl—I’d never been that kind of girl, not even in uni. And here I was, thirty-two years old and in a respectable career, with excellent credit score and a drawer full of sensible bras. And I’d let a man I’d known for less than a day screw my brains out basically right in front of all my neighbors! What the hell had gotten into me?
Clanking from my kitchen made me bite my s
