Chapter 8
Tuesday
“She emerges.”
“Eat s**t, Natalya.” Okay, maybe she had lost Monday afternoon to Greg making lovely s*x with her. And maybe, after they’d both slept for a while, she’d spent a fair portion of the night doing her best to give back as good as she’d gotten.
And maybe there’d been a quick round of wake-up s*x during breakfast—kitchens seemed to fire up Greg’s imagination; hello, he’s a chef. no big surprise. It had made an incredible finish to the make-up s*x. And she was going to pretend that it wasn’t only people who were dating or were couples who had make-up s*x. After he headed to the restaurant, she’d slept another few hours. They hadn’t spoken, not much. Which was just as well because as good as her body felt, her brain was still mostly mush.
“Let’s see,” Natalya
