Giselle winced and groaned as she slowly sat up in a large expanse of bedding. She opened her eyes and her surroundings twisted and turned in her vision. She placed her hand over her eyes and moaned.
What happened to her?
She could vaguely remember last night and as she pressed her mind, an image began to form. Booming music, strobing lights, bodies pressing against each other. A club. She had been in a club.
Then what? Nothing, except a voice. Brent.
She had heard his voice. She recalled him carrying her out of the club and the rest of her memory was in pieces. A car, a door, a face and a bed all flashed in her mind with nothing coherent filling the blanks. She opened her eyes and was faced with a more important question.
Where was she?
Giselle shot up from the bed and stumbled
