When Cassy woke the next morning, she was slow to realize that she was in a different bed. It looked much the same, yet something was different. She blinked, then it all came back to her, the unpleasant bath from yesterday, arriving at London, and the unpleasant events afterwards.
Eastland had gone out the day before, and he never returned, leaving her roaming about the town house and retiring earlier to her room than usual.
She groaned as she slid from the bed, and found sore muscles where she hadn't known she had any. It had been a perfectly horrible day yesterday, to end a perfectly horrible month.
At least, she thought with a sigh, she didn't have to hide her s*x anymore. What would Eastland do?
The answer came quickly enough, as there was a discreet knock on the door and a pert l
