“Just a moment,” he heard her voice, along with a soft meow, what am I doing here? Why did I tell the cab driver to bring me here? How did I remember her floor and unit?
“Marc? I mean Mr. Greyson?” the woman’s ashen blonde hair was damp as a few stuck to her face, she stood before him in a silk bathrobe, her face flushed as she stares at him wide-eyed, “Hi? I’m sorry for being here so late but can I come in for a glass of water?”
“What?” she frowns as her grip on the bathrobe was tight, the only thing bare to his eyes were her thighs, the rest was covered by the cloth, damn this woman, I’m not in my right state, what were you doing this late at night?
“Please, just till I sober up then I’ll go home,” she opens her mouth to reply but the sound of meowing cuts her as they look down to see
