When I woke again, I was in another unfamiliar room. My head rested on one muscular arm, while his other lay heavily across my waist, the veins standing out beneath his skin.
Fragments of the previous night returned in flashes. I couldn't make out the man's face in those fractured memories, but I did remember seeing my husband's middle-aged business associate before the drug overwhelmed me.
Did I spend the entire night with that man?
Terrified, I turned slowly and found Eric's familiar face beside me.
The movement woke him. He opened his eyes and blinked sleepily.
"Why didn't you wait for me at home?"
Only then did I remember that I had heard Eric's voice the night before.
I tried to move away, but Eric noticed and tightened the arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
I braced
