Chapter 11
Splashing water on her face helped a little. She groaned at her reflection, feeling her pulse still racing. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide. She was mortified. How could she explain things to him?
Whipping off her skirt, she sat on the counter in just her top and panties, holding the drenched material under the hand dryer. The cotton was so light, it was dry in moments, and only a dirty orange stain remained to remind her of her foolishness. Oh, what he must think of her. She was a tramp, plain and simple. She'd never be able to look him straight in the face again after tonight, and somehow that was the worst part.
Slipping back into her skirt, and thanking God nobody had walked in while she was sitting there in her underwear, she opened the door and found
