CHAPTER FOUR
Gloria sat at her desk, yawned, and sipped her morning coffee from the cardboard container, grimacing at the taste, but too lazy to get a coffee cup from the washroom. She had slept fitfully all night, thoughts of the vacation dominating everything. Should she go? Was he trying to make their relationship into something it wasn't? It was one thing to f**k in the office and that was that. Twenty-four hours with someone was quite another thing.
What did she really know about him? How did he eat? Noisily? Chewing with his mouth wide open? Of course not. That wouldn't fit his self-image. When did he s**t? Every morning, every day? Stop being an ass, she chided herself. What's the matter with you. Think of it this way-you're going on a vacation, and he's going along to please you.
