Her head was pounding the second she opened her eyes. The hotel room was dark. She looked around for her phone, found it on the nightstand and checked the time. It was forty minutes past eight. She had agreed to meet Mr. Ryker at nine, so she still had some time left.
She scrambled out of bed and stormed into the bathroom. She needed a long shower to wash her sleep away and if possible, her hangover. She shouldn't have allowed him to order her so many drinks.
She dressed into a black pencil skirt and a navy blue blouse, dried her hair and was out of the room in a flash. He was waiting for her in one of the tables in the hotel's restaurant, a string mug of black coffee by his side. He was reading the paper. When she sat on the chair across him, he folded it and put it away.
"Good morn
