(Anna's POV)
What the hell was I thinking?
The question rang in my head over and over, each time louder, angrier, more desperate. The hiss of the shower masked the sound of my muttering, but not the storm building behind my eyes. Hot water streamed down my back, stinging my skin as if it could burn away the memory of what had happened.
Dominic.
I had slept with Dominic Moretti.
I leaned forward, bracing myself against the cold marble tiles as the water poured over me. My body ached in places I hadn’t remembered could ache. My legs were weak, my neck sore, and every nerve felt like it had been set on fire.
“What the f**k is wrong with me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the hum of the water.
But no amount of scolding could erase the memory of last night. The way he had to
