Chapter 8
Luisa felt thoroughly ravaged and pleasantly trashy. They’d made it back to her studio apartment around three a.m. and passed out. The shopping alarm had gone off at five-thirty. They’d been half dressed by the time they remembered it was Monday and the restaurant was closed for the next two days. They hadn’t gone back to sleep for a long while. The chill November rains gave them every reason to stay inside. So they did.
Now it was Tuesday mid-afternoon. Delivery pizza and Chinese cartons were scattered in among their discarded clothes. Damp towels from the most erotic shower of her life had been tossed on the floor as well. A shocking amount of protection was now in her garbage can hidden by a discreet Kleenex. And the most amazing chef and lover of her life lay draped across
