THE NEXT DAY…

Chloe hated that she was finding it hard to get the feel of his lush lips against hers out of her mind. She hated, even more, the fact that it was the next day already.

As she almost unconsciously recalled last night, Chloe turned on the tap of the wash hand basin and let the sound of rushing liquid ease her a bit.

Nathaniel didn't come back after he left her standing in what one might as well call shock. Instead, after she walked around the party for almost an hour, he sent a ...