Her head was pounding. She looked to the little table next to the bed and noted the water and tablets and knew it was Dimi’s housekeeper Mrs. K who had put them there.
Despite being damn near sober by the time she’d gotten home at four in the morning, switching to water the minute she knew Kostas had left the club, she had been in a strange mood.
She had lain awake for hours after getting back from the club. The truth was, in the early morning, after crawling into bed and contemplating the evening and the antics, she had come to the realization pegging Kostas, even with consent, and leaving him without finishing their bargain, was far beyond what she was capable of. It felt far more a violation of a person’s body than she was willing to go, especially one who had apologized profusely.
