The two of them lazed around in bed all day, even ordering room service for lunch.
Leah was originally supposed to take an afternoon flight back to the South Coast the next day, but by the time she remembered, the plane had already taken off.
Richard Shaw didn't mention anything, actually because he wasn't sure about Leah's attitude. Last night was just a tipsy fling, even though he was sober from beginning to end, but one night in bed doesn't mean anything.
"We've been in the hotel all day, let me take you out for dinner, hm?" The man's tea-colored eyes fixed on her, his voice low and sexy, with a subtle softness.
Leah felt sore all over but really didn't want to eat hotel food. After being cooped up all day, she felt not only stifled but also anxious. If they stayed here any longer, she might be sweet-talked into another exhausting round by the man.
Even though they were adults, having slept together left her with some lingering discomfort.
