BOOK TWO of the Falling for a Muller series
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he should be grieving.
she should be moving on with her life.
and yet, they find themselves dancing around fine lines, forbidden glances, and the flames of their reputation.
what is love without pai...
After waking up with a raging headache, I stumbled out of bed and dove into the bathroom.
I unleashed the hounds of hell from my body before fastening myself to the sink. My makeup was smudged and my dress had twisted halfway around my body.
I reached for my toothbrush. My fist clamped around a shiny electronic scrubber that I knew was not mine.
Fuck.
I straightened my dress and wiped away the remnants of my mascara. I quietly eased the bathroom door open and tiptoed out to the main part of the hotel room.
My eyes flicked around the space. A man sat at the breakfast bar, his face and body obscured by a newspaper. I froze.
So I spent last night with a man. Why couldn't I remember who it was? Or what we did? Fuck, I needed to run.
Before I could push my muscles into motion, the newspaper folded down and a set of piercing eyes locked on me. I straightened with a small breath.
"Good morning," James greeted.
Mega, mega shit.
"Morning." I smiled forcefully and rubbed my hands together. "Sorry I, uh, crashed here last night."
He shook his head. "You didn't have your key, so we didn't have much of a choice. Your new one is on the table by the door. We have to leave for a donor consult in an hour."
"Right, yes." And with the grace of a drunk turtle, I shuffled to the door, grabbed my room key, and hurried across the hall to my room.
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After a long day of meetings and consultations, I found myself getting ready yet again.
My eyes looked over the mini cream lace dress I had brought along. The lemon-yellow heels I wore with it were a bitch to walk in, but I'd survive. I intended to save this outfit for when I would venture out to find someone to shag me.
That was before I knew I wouldn't have any free time on this trip and that James was taking me on some super secret mission with him.
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Earlier today we met with a few investors for the Foundation. It was nice getting to talk to people about my new work.
I had no idea was so passionate about supporting mental health and education for healthcare workers and domestic violence victims. The words just flowed out of me.
When I did speak about my own experience, it didn't hurt so much to talk about. It was kind of relieving, actually. My experience was less of an ugly blemish to hide in the dark and more of a survival story. Even though I struggled to admit it, I was a survivor. I would be dead right now if not for the police who responded that night.
