Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
Robert doesn’t call me, nor does he drop by.
I’m incredibly grateful for this. I don’t really know how to face him just yet. My memory of our night together is a little too fresh, and I think I might just spontaneously combust if I had to look him in the eye and remember everything he did to me.
I did manage to get back to work the following day.
Jazz was slightly irritated, but her irritation has morphed into curiosity now when I refuse to tell her how my “date” went.
“Oh, come on!” She hands me the clean cups from the dishwasher as we start setting up early in the morning. “Give me something. If you just went home after dinner, then why didn’t you come in yesterday?”
“I told you, I had food poisoning,” I say unconvincingly.
“And food poisoning makes your
