CHAPTER 3: ANNIE
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When Annie woke she stretched and winced. She was sore in the most wonderful places. Her breasts were tender and her leg muscles throbbed as well as the place between her thighs. She grabbed the pillow that Patrick had used and hugged it. She wished he’d stayed, but last night had been better than excellent. She needed to soak in a hot bath because she had every intention of a repeat performance tonight.
She crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. A movement in the living room caught her eye. Patrick was fully dressed, sitting on the couch and staring at something in his hand. She bit her lip. He was still here. He was overdressed but she could work with that. She hurried into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and hair. The bath would wait, or maybe s
