CHAPTER FIVE
Maia thanked the cab driver and let herself into her hotel room. She stripped out of the red dress, and with relief, removed the violet contacts from her eyes. She was still trembling and when she’d showered and changed into sweats, she crawled onto the bed and let out a sigh.
“What the hell was I thinking?” Earlier, feeling brave—and frustrated—going to the club had seemed like a good idea. She had needed to feel the touch of another human, had needed it for a couple of years now, and tonight, her frustration had peaked, and she’d done her research on the internet.
Anonymous, masked s*x sounded kinky and a good option. Maybe if the guy in the club hadn’t been so kind, she would have gone through with it. She smiled to herself then. Yeah, he’d been a sweetie, and thank God
