All I have to say is, I'm sorry for the long wait, I had to figure some things out and just pace my story correctly.
Enjoy…
I changed the plot a bit.
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I looked around the room. There's so much to look at. I looked under the blankets to discover his arm was still wrapped around my waist, his right hand possessively cupping my breast. I removed his arm gently, careful not to wake him, looking around trying to find my clothing. They were folded neatly on a black leather couch in the corner of his room, everything looks and feels luxurious, unlike my place, where there is barely a place at all, just my hand-me-downs. He is so much different than myself, uptight, serious. Rich.
It felt right, even if it was wrong, I lied on the silk sheets, the expensive fabric rubbing against my sensitive legs. His body was warm and hard next to mine. Strong against weak.
I moved to sit up, swinging my legs to hang from the bed. From behind me, I felt him stir and knew that if I didn't move fast enough, he would have to have me again, and I wouldn't be able to resist him.
I take my clothes and scurry out of the room, pulling my dress over my head and slipping on my shoes. Catching myself at least three times before catching myself from falling at the bottom of the stairs.
I walk to the front door, picking up my envelope, walking to my car, and taking a deep breath.
The check In that envelope has never felt heavier and neither has my heart.