DIMITRI POV
I followed her gaze to see what she was looking at. Ice cold horror struck me when I saw the scandalously skimpy red lace thong on my carpet. Cindy’s thong. One I must have accidentally grabbed in my hurry to leave her home the other day. I must have forgotten about it, what with everything being so busy this week. )
“I-It isn’t what you think…” My words fell apart as I saw her deflate. It made me look like a dirtbag playboy. “It really isn’t something seedy, Sindra.”
She screwed up her nose in disgust. “I don’t want to be just another notch in your bed post. I think I need to get out of here.”
Shit. This wasn’t the ending to the night I wanted, but I wasn’t sure how I could make things right. I knew Sindra was already pissed off and hurt by Aleksandr, and now I had done so
