Beverly opened her eyes to find a chest right in her face. More like she was buried in one. She took a long sniff and rubbed her nose on the hard planes. Wishing the piece of clothing separating her from having contact with real skin would just disappear. In her post sleep state, she sighed, sniffed some more and was about to close her eyes when she recalled the events of last night piece after piece. Talking to Gail, shooting a video, blacking out, waking up in Blue Moon- she jerked her head back and found herself looking into Roman's eyes. He hadn't left. He knew what she'd done but he was still there. Why?
Before he dragged her upstairs, she saw the looks, his guys gave her. The same looks she'd gotten all her life. They were afraid but they couldn't show it so they avoided her eyes.
