CHAPTER 5
THE NEXT MORNING, I soaked my blisters in a hot bubble bath as I relived Midnight’s visit with equal parts pleasure and embarrassment. Confessing I had no idea how to put on a condom? He must have thought I was a complete moron, but even then, he’d been so damn nice about it. And the s*x? Honestly, I had no words. My thoughts were best summed up in a series of moans, grunts, and incoherent ramblings.
“Taking the day off?” Angie asked when I perched on a stool at the breakfast bar.
“I need to do one final read-through of the manuscript before it goes for editing.” That was always the part I hated most—by that point, I’d read the damn words so many times I hated them, and I was racked with enough self-doubt I wanted to delete the entire book.
“I’ve got a video conference with t
