"About two."
"I should be going."
She tried to get up but he held her.
"Stay awhile longer," he murmured.
She looked at him through drowsy eyes, then settled back onto his chest with a sigh.
"We could go into the bedroom," he said. "You could stay the rest of the night."
Abbey sat up, shaking her head. "I can't. I should go. My friend is waiting."
Nick frowned. What friend? He felt a small stab in the base of his stomach. Not Tarken, the idiot from dinner?
"Lucy," she said, as if reading his thoughts. She glanced over at the window. "She'll be waiting for me."
"Oh."
He extricated himself from her and stood. Fool. Don't forget who she is. What she is. She'd replaced one pimp with another, a woman this time.
And he was an idiot to have forgotten what the arrangement was. He'd been carried away in the heat of the moment, the passion, thinking this was more than it actually was. But it was sex. Just sex.
