Chapter 11
In the mirror, Erica saw that Good-girl Erica was back. She wore a plain blouse, jeans, and sandals.
“No,” she told her reflection. “I’ve changed.” She methodically stripped off jeans and blouse and slipped them back into the small armoire. Glaring down at her cotton underwear and bra, she had to think hard.
What part of that was her? Was she a woman who went without? Or was she a woman who went without because men liked it? It had certainly heated Ridley’s kiss to a fiery heat, a lethally fiery heat. It had consumed her heart and…
Down that path lay more tears and she’d cried enough of those last night. She could feel more, deep in her chest, but they felt as if they were going to stay there for now.
Instead, her chest was wrapped in a plain white cotton bra and she had a
