Chapter ThreeShe wakes the next day with a headache that she dulls with several painkillers, taking care to pack up the bottle to help her get through another tedious day at work.
Summer has turned the air into a wet, simmering stew and even if the heat had not woken her, the stench coming from her window does. The humming fan on her kitchen counter stirs it. She would never invite James up here and, after learning what she did the day before, she knows that she had done the right thing. He is much too classy for the likes of her.
She had hidden the leather book at the bottom of her dresser and wishes it wasn't still on her mind, but it is. So is James and the thought of him seeing her naked, legs spread and camera pointed between her thighs, had followed her into her dreams. So too, had
