Chapter Twelve
Still thinking about her remarkable ‘nooner’ with Alex, Jocelyn came through the back door of the house and into the kitchen. For a moment her body relived the wicked rush, thinking of how much she’d like to have left Alex bound as she was for hours. How at midnight she would have snuck back into the hotel, and after having abused her more, finally released her. Grim fantasies like these had never taken hold of her before; though this one had, and the shock was unsettling.
Setting her purse and briefcase on the counter she opened the refrigerator and peered inside. She was famished. By nine o’clock she should be, especially after she and Alex had abruptly left their half eaten lunches at the coffee shop, preferring to satisfy their s****l appetites. She’d had nothing to ea
