My clasped hands collided with a solid headboard, and I froze. I didn’t have a solid headboard. I had a soft one. I swallowed and opened my eyes, looking up. The headboard was mahogany wood, dark in color, and definitely not the deep purple of my soft one at home. I brushed my hair from my face as I sat up and looked around. The dark-brown sheets that coated the bed were chocolate colored, completely plain, and the bedroom was bigger than possibly any I’d ever seen. The furniture was minimal, and the drapes, still closed, were the same brown as the bedding currently swathing my naked body. Naked body. Why was I— Oh no. Oh no. I hadn’t. I couldn’t have. I could not have left work last night and gone home with my boss. I sat up and almost fell right back. A headache like nothing I’d ever felt slammed into me right between my eyes, and I winced as it settled in a sharp yet dull ache that threatened to make my brain explode. Of course. It was slowly coming back to me. He’d handed me tequila, made me talk, insisted on taking me home, and then, when he’d deemed I was wearing too many clothes for a lap dance...
