Thirty seven

EVE'S POV

Morgan let go of my face and looked away.

"I was in the company of a friend”, he replied to my question.

"Oh", I muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in their arms.

What was Morgan doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the women there?

These thought botherede, but I didn't let it show on my face.

"I'll go and take a shower", I told him, getting to my feet.

He nodded and shifted to let me leave the sofa.

In the bathroom, I stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water over my skin.

Even though Mr Gray hadn't succeeded in touching me the way he wanted, I still found myself scrubbing my skin thoroughly.

Somehow, I felt as if washing thoroughly would not only wash away any trace of his touch on me, but also wash away the memory of what happened.

By the time I was done, I felt a lot better. My body had also stopped trembling.

It wasn't until I was stepping out of