CHAPTER NINE
Danelle slammed the door shut behind her and turned the lock with a shaky hand. The click echoed through her silent bedroom. She leaned against the wood, closing her eyes as she struggled to breathe past the tightness in her chest.
Her heart wouldn't stop racing.
She touched her fingers to her lips, still feeling the ghost of the kiss—the warmth, the pressure, the unexpected way it had reached deep into a part of her that had long been asleep.
What the hell was that?
She hadn't meant to end up in the VIP room. She hadn't expected to see anyone, let alone run into a stranger who mistook her for someone else. And she certainly didn't plan on being kissed.
That moment had cracked something open. Something she'd tried hard to bury.
She pushed off the door, her bare feet quiet against the floor as she walked toward the bed and sat down, her head spinning.
