Carson Flores laid Shirley Miller on the bed, and she only hummed softly, vaguely waking for a moment. Seeing Carson right before her eyes, she closed them again, reassured.
Carson took off Shirley's shoes, hesitated as he looked at her still in her work attire, then sat her up and helped her out of her outerwear.
It definitely wouldn't be convenient to remove her dress, so Carson turned on the air conditioning, draped the blanket over her, and then took a set of pajamas to the bathroom.
After Carson left, Shirley opened her eyes on the bed, her gaze complex through the haze.
She had woken up the moment Carson put her down and hadn't completely lost consciousness. She was aware that Carson was undressing her, but she didn't stop him; she just pretended to be asleep, drunk. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?
Carson also had quite a few drinks today. Could he possibly do something to her?
Shirley pursed her lips, with an inexplicable sense of anticipation in her heart.
