TWENTY-THREE
Tally didn’t even bother to do anything fancy with her hair or her makeup. She knew that she was supposed to splurge on expensive lingerie and arrange herself in a seductive pose, but she wasn’t good at performing like that.
So, instead, she walked through the house in her long robe and went into Max’s room without caring that anyone who passed her knew where she was going and why. There wasn’t any point in trying to pretend this was a relationship or that there was affection between them… Tally wasn’t even sure there was respect anymore.
Other mistresses, Teddy’s mistresses, played it coy and simpered. But it just wasn’t in Tally to be that frivolous and shallow for the sake of it.
When she went into Max’s bedroom, she could hear the shower running from beyond the closet.
