TANISHA
I had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror, my heels were abandoned somewhere near the door. The dress still clung to me, silk cooling against my skin now that the adrenaline had drained. I’d been about to wipe off make up, when Roman’s text came in. His driver had probably informed him I’d been dropped off, or he just had perfect timing.
“Thank you for showing up tonight. I enjoyed your company. And I apologize again for the methods employed.”
I didn’t know why I read it severally. I read it until the lines started to blur, then I typed back.
“It’s alright. I surprisingly had a good time.”
There it was. The truth, typed out before I could interrogate myself about why I was offering it so freely.
I hesitated, then added another message before I could lose my nerve.
