Chapter 129 Room 1412

• Genevieve could only last forty minutes.
• She washed her face, changed into a soft tank top and sleep shorts, and lay in the dark with the taste of whiskey and Nathan still on her mouth. Her body would not settle. Every time she closed her eyes she felt the wall against her back and the hard line of him pressed against her hips. The hotel room felt too quiet. Only the occasional sound of a distant elevator moved through the building.
• She sat up, switched on the bedside lamp, and stared at the door.