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Chelsey
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After Melody left my chamber, I locked the door, thankful they’d installed deadbolts, because there was no way in hell I was about to let Slade back into my bedroom. I couldn’t trust him, let alone allow him to touch me.
Mumbling to myself, I grabbed a cotton nightgown that one of the chambermaids had given me, and slipped it on. Then I blew out the lantern and got into bed. The bed that I’d almost lost my virginity thirty minutes ago.
What the hell had I been thinking?
I stared at the fireplace, my mind on Slade.
Had he been playing me all along?
I thought about how he’d claimed that he had never had s*x with his fans, or anyone else, for that matter, in a very long time.
Was that just to get down my pants?
The more I thought about it, the clearer things beca
