Abigail walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body.
She sat on the chair by the dressing table, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
How had she looked when Blake had permitted her to leave the room? She asked herself for the umpteenth time before blowing in a raspberry manner, groaning at the embarrassment she surely had felt the last night.
She hadn't even managed to wear her bra properly and had walked in on Jose who seemed to have just gotten a head from a stripper. She had noticed the stripper wiping off what seemed to be semen from her rough lipstick and Jose, who was buttoning his trousers.
She hadn't even asked him any questions nor acted as though she noticed something when she asked that they leave immediately, which took Jose some moment as he had
