Chapter Thirteen
I arrived at RaiseIt’s annual charity ball irritated and agitated. I couldn't decide if I was pissed off or turned on. More than likely it was a blend of the two, which, when mixed together, created a flustered, flushed and frazzled host.
The day had started off like any other day. I waited patiently on my knees like I learned to do if I didn't want to suffer any more than I often did. When he arrived 15 minutes late, I could sense he was aloof. Automatically, I tried to adjust my behavior without talking or touching to bring him into a better frame of mind. When he was distant one of two things usually happened; either he was extra hard on me or he barely gave me a thought. That was infinitely worse than him taking out anger or frustration on me, but I wasn't particular
