THIRTY-FIVE
Three days I'd resisted her and it only got harder. No, I wouldn't tell her about my nightmares. No, I wouldn't sleep with her no matter how much I wanted to. Watching her sit in front of the dressing table only reminded me of my first morning here and how irresistible she was in the throes of passion. Perfect. Beautiful. Everything I wanted. And everything I couldn't have.
I had to go back to work or I'd go mad. I knew her time off was up – she'd said as much. Staying in her house without her would be weird, even more of an imposition than it was now, with her home. It was time to go back home and face Chris' wrath.
"Are you free this Friday or Saturday night?" she said, glancing at me before her eyes returned to her reflection as she rhythmically brushed her hair. A river
