Could she die of embarrassment instead? Jessa was a train wreck the following morning. Her muscles were languid and her body felt light. But her mind was on overdrive. The most earth-shattering climax of her entire life and she was too guilt ridden and embarrassed to enjoy the aftermath. She’d allowed herself to be splayed open like some medieval barmaid. Did that qualify as losing control? What had happened to her? She’d been a modest housewife for nineteen years. So Will had left her for another woman. Did that really give her license to completely lose her mind? She’d just been finger fucked to orgasm by a near stranger who also happened to be her new boss. The bedside clock clicked on and the sounds of a local morning show filled the room. Jessa resisted the urge to throw the damn thing across the room. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It was nine a.m.