Chapter Four
Angela leaned on her car for a good ten minutes after Jake had driven off, still stunned by the ferocity of his amorous attack.
She ran the back of her hand along her forehead, shaking. It took the last of her strength to re-button her blouse, racing to cover herself.
The last thing she needed was someone driving by to call the cops and complain about her standing on the side of the road, exposing herself to the public.
Angela gave a nervous laugh as she slid in behind the wheel and closed the door.
She leaned her head back against the padded cushion.
Between the fantasy and the reality—
"Hell," she repeated out loud.
This was a competition that might kill her.
You should go home. Think this all over, she told herself. Get your head together before Hunter shows up for
