to cope.
Landing at Heathrow Airport, she hailed a cab and gave her address to the driver. Thankfully, it was Friday and she could spend the rest of the weekend in bed. By Monday, she would feel better. Monday, she would report to work and explain the extended time spent on an assignment that should have taken one day. She’d probably have to resign because she’d slept with a client.
But right now, she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to crawl into bed and sleep.
Chapter 6
“Is she dead?” Ella asked.
Naya looked down at her friend, a worried expression on her features. “I hope not. She’s the only one that can teach me that move in Zumba class.”
Ella laughed, but they were both worried about Cassy who hadn’t emerged from her bed all weekend.
“Honey,” Ella said, sitting down next to the lump underneath the covers on Cassy’s bed. She laid her hand on what she suspected was Cassy’s hip. “Sweetie, you gotta tell us what’s going on. We’re worried.”
A very pregnant Naya sat down on the other side of the bed. “Obviously something happened in Switzerland. Can you tell us what?”
Cassy groaned from underneath the sheets. Her friends had arrived on Saturday morning and they weren’t going away. She’d told them to leave her alone several times now, but they simply brainstormed various possibilities as to what might be wrong. And since they were both sitting on her bed, she couldn’t get away. She was surrounded.
Finally, she couldn’t take listening to their silly chatter any longer. With a sigh, Cassy conceded that she should just tell them what had happened. They’d be equally horrified, make some sort of excuse to leave her alone, and then she’d deal with her misery all by herself.
Flinging back the covers, she refused to look at either of her soon-to-be-disgusted-best-friends and kept her eyes on the ceiling. “I was sent over to Zurich to handle the transference of a piece of property for my law firm’s client. He was the one I told you about last week?” When she felt them nod, she continued. “Well, he was…” she couldn’t finish that story, blinking back irritating and pointless tears. “Anyway, I fell for him. Hard. And we had sex.” She cringed at the words, thinking she was the worst person in the world for having had sex with a client. It was an inviolable rule! Surely her friends would understand how badly she’d messed up and would leave her alone.
She scooted to the end of the bed since her friends were blocking the sides.
Ella and Naya shared a shocked look, then turned to Cassy. “You had sex with him?”
Cassy grimaced, she couldn’t look at them. Her shoulders slumped. All she wanted was to bury herself under the covers. “Yes. I had sex with him. For the first time in my life, I broke down and had sex and it was…” she took a deep breath, unable to stop the tears from seeping out from her eyes. “It was amazing. He was sweet and kind and an incredibly generous lover.”
“So what happened?” demanded Naya, shifting awkwardly with her protruding belly.
Cassy leaned against her dresser as the pain and humiliation hit her once again. “It was wonderful. And then he was finished with me. He went back to his country and I’m here. End of story.”
Another look flashed between her friends and Cassy could feel their sympathy. “I’m going to take a shower, and then I’m going to order a giant pizza. Maybe two. If you ladies would like to join me in this binge, then please feel free. I think there is wine in one of the cabinets.”
A moment later, she disappeared into her bathroom and turned on the shower. She hadn’t showered since the morning she’d been abandoned, but it was time to start living again, she told herself. She was being silly. So she’d had sex! It wasn’t a crime. And she might have bent the ethical lines a bit, but she hadn’t broken any laws.
Of course, she hadn’t resisted all that hard, had she? Nope, only a few hours with the man and she’d been begging him to make love to her, glorying in the amazing beauty of his touch. She’d thrilled every time he’d taken her into his arms after that first time. Never had she pushed him away!
Okay, so he’d taken what she’d offered and moved on. Get over it! Move on! She was an adult. That meant that she didn’t need