She locked the door on his side of the bathroom, and leaned back against the wall for a moment, her heart racing, knowing that she had dodged a bullet for herself, for Owen, and for the band. Surely he could see that? She thought. If he pushed this agenda of seducing her again, they would fight, and that was dangerous for the band.
She went to unpack her suitcase, finding her PJs and slippers. “Oh yeah,” she said to them. “I am looking forward to wearing you.”
She showered, using the cleansers that Vice and Victor had given her to remove her makeup properly, and laughed a little thinking of them and their time together with a little wistfulness.