Her plan to sleep the morning away was clearly not going to work, so she ordered room service, stepped into the shower and washed until her skin was red from the hot water. Her thoughts kept returning to Ethan, her body still throbbing from their lovemaking the night before. Well, she’d been deprived for a while. Of course she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Keep telling yourself that. She wrapped a towel around her head and scowled as she shrugged into a robe and left the bathroom. Now with the light of the day glaring in her face, sneaking out seemed a little juvenile. She should’ve said, “Hey, thanks for a great time. Catch you on the flip side,” or some such and walked out, head held high. If she were in his shoes, she would be pissed. Still, what was done was done. Hopefully Ethan would be cool about the situation. She’d apologize, of course, even though she hated to. Apologies sort of undermined the whole “establish control” thing, but there weren’t a lot of other options.
