An Heir For The Millionaire (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
She could do nothing else. She had no strength to move. No strength of body or of soul. She lay quite still, her head resting on his chest, his arm around her shoulder, his hand lying slackly on her upper arm, his legs still half tangled with hers. She disengaged, her body slipping from his, indenting heavily into the mattress, as her heart-rate began to slow, her heated flesh to cool. What had she done? What madness, insanity had possessed her? And—more than that—what criminal stupidity had she committed? They lay there, two people—two completely dissociated people. Lying there, flesh against flesh, hers soft and exhausted, his hard and muscled, bathed in a faint, cooling sheen of sweat, chilling in the air-conditioned atmosphere. But she didn’t care about the cold. It echoed the chill inside her head, where her mind was very slowly repeating, like an endless replay, the same question. What have I done? What have I done? She went on lying there, her mind barely working, as if shut down or on standby.
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