Saturday. Senator Dixon's Home. Annapolis, Maryland.
KELSEY WAS GOING TO hell. Or some form of it. Heck, she might be there now.
She stared at the fancy coffee machine and willed it to produce coffee faster. She'd been up with the sun after tossing and turning all night. Honestly, shouldn't she have slept better after two orgasms?
It wasn't the pleasure that had kept her up, and she knew it.
She'd freaked out, and now things were going to be awkward.
Why had she hid? Why hadn't she strolled her happy ass back into that man's bedroom and crawled in bed with him like she wanted to?
That's right.
Because she wanted to. Because deep down, a part of her craved that close connection her friends were finding. The only problem was that wasn't where she was in life. Diha, Felecia and Cat, they were each exactly where they wanted to be. Settling down was a logical next step.