And crawled into bed.
After tossing and turning for a long while, I finally crashed. Ah...
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Monday mornings could be awesome when they began with James Thomson. We rode to work with my back propped against his side and his arm slung over my shoulder so that his fingers could link with mine.
As he toyed with the ring he'd given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude heels he'd bought me along with some outfits to wear on the occasions I slept over.
To start out the new week, I'd decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin blue belt that reminded me of his eyes. He had excellent taste; I had to give him that.
Unless he was sending one of his brunette "acquaintances" out on buying sprees…?
I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.
When I'd checked out the drawers he had set aside for me in his bathroom, I found all of my usual cosmetics and toiletries in all my usual shades.
