The Morning After – Epilogue – Strictly Business

I’m bent over the sink in my client’s private washroom, trying not to make a sound.

Liam is behind me.

My reflection looks absolutely nothing like a woman who came here to discuss a business contract.

Well, fuck.

So this is where we are now.

Funny. A few weeks ago, I didn’t even know his last name.

And now I’m wondering whether his office is soundproof.

I catch his eyes in the mirror.

He’s smiling.

Asshole.

And to think, all I wanted that night was a cigarette.

Should’ve bought my own fucking pack.