"Did you plan to meet him tonight?" I demand furiously, dragging pants over my legs. "Did you set this whole thing up? Convince me to take you out tonight with the intention of seeing Gunther?"
She rolls onto her back and sits up, flinching as her tender pussy touches the bed. She grabs the blanket and drags it up her chest, covering herself. Her makeup is badly smeared into a ghoulish mask that no longer resembles the sugar skull she'd painstakingly applied earlier. I ignore any guilt over her bruised flesh. She brought this on herself. She should be dead for this betrayal. Yet I can't bring myself to harm a hair on her head.
"No!" she denies vehemently. "I had no idea he'd be there." Then she pauses, thrusts a hand through her hair and looks up at me with those beautiful, haunting grey eyes. "I suppose I could've guessed he'd be there. He's attracted to crowds and he would've been on the lookout for me."