Mitzi screeched as she glared at Ashbea. They were in one of the side rooms of the hotel trade center. It was on the second floor. There were a dozen rooms in a ring around the main convention area. Princess Mitzi shoes, like the rest of the companies, had been allocated a small office space and another room for their goods.Ashbea narrowed her eyes at the mousy Ida. Jeez, get a life, will you? Like I need this now. Ashbea had spent all last night tossing and turning and thinking about Harry. She still burned from his touch. That the sex had been fantastic was not the issue. That she had given in to a fantasy and allowed a stranger to have her was. Oh sure, Ashbea knew his name and that he was the manager of the center at the hotel but that was it. She also knew that Harry was polite. He had escorted her to her room afterward and taken her confused dismissal at the door calmly. Polite and hot. Was that an acceptable enough reason to have sex with someone? Not that I am seeing him again anyway…“Miss Marx has a right to know.”Mitzi threw up her hands and started pacing back and forth, her six-inch heels clacking on the polished wooden floor.
