pretend

The clinging and clanking sound of plates and whispering woke Audrey up. She opened her eyes and sat up beating her head . She rubbed her eyes and stood up lazily then stopped when she noticed the bathroom direction changed. Isn't she at home? She went to a party last night. What happened? She tried to remember and pour out the water when images of her stalking Luke envisaged in her head.

She dishevelled her hair roughly indicating her frustration. Did she stoop so low and hit on her arrogant client? She doesn't like him. Now how will she face him. He's going to call her a slut again. Wait he kissed her too. She could get away with it and pretend not to remember.

That's a better option. Now she has to resume work. She recalled his kiss from the other night and chuckled. It seems he doesn't hate women completely meaning something changed his notion.