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just… it wasn’t a great club.” No way could she tell Tara what had happened.
    Tara sat up and peered at her cellphone. “Geez, it must not have been if you’re back already… wait, you okay?” The expression on the other girl’s face was growing more concerned as she woke up a bit more, and Katherine forced herself to smile a little. Her panties were still soaked and she wanted to get cleaned up and go to bed.
    “Yeah, I’m fine, just… you know how some guys are. One just went a little too far.”
    Tara looked at her suspiciously. “Really? You never mind those guys as much as every other sane woman on the planet, Kat.”
    “This one I did. So I’m just gonna go take a shower and go to bed. Go back to sleep… where are we going tomorrow, anyway?”
    “The National Museum of Art and History—or, more accurately, le Musée national d'art et d'histoire …” Tara mumbled, rolling over and burying her face back into her pillows. A few seconds later, she was back asleep, and Katherine sighed a little, going to turn off her light with her dress unzipped. This wasn’t how she’d expected this night go to in the slightest, and now she was left thinking about that damn prince who had… seriously, screw him. Screw any guy who would do that.
    She barely managed not to stomp across the floor as she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, discarding her clothes and pretending that she didn’t want to touch herself while she thought about him, with the hot water running over her.
     
     

Chapter Three
    Katherine wouldn’t have made it this far without the large cup of coffee in her hands, spiked with pumps of chocolate and caramel. She hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before, even after cleaning herself off and sinking into the ultra-plush bed in the hotel room. While Tara had been sound asleep, absolutely unaware of her plight, she had seen those icy blue eyes staring back at her every time she drifted off. It was a frustrating, maddening thing, and she sulked as she looked at one of the landscape paintings in the museum. She didn’t know who had painted it, and she didn’t care. At least it was pretty and she could pretend she was paying attention to the tour.
    Tara wasn’t fooled, however, and lightly poked her shoulder. “You look like hell,” she told her softly, tilting her head curiously. “Which is surprising, considering you weren’t out that late… Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? You know, more specifically?”
    “I am quite sure,” she grumped in answer, and then craned her head around, looking for some sort of clock. “What time is lunch?”
    “We already ate lunch.”
    “Then what time is dinner?”
    “Not for like four more hours. Do you need more coffee or something? I mean, not that you should really be having any more, that’s your third super-sized cup, but if it would make you less grumpy…” Tara frowned at her with all the concern of an older sister, but Katherine almost grimaced at her.
    “I’m gonna run out of euros if I keep spending it on coffee, and I’ll need what I have left for tonight.”
    The other girl’s brow furrowed. “You’re still going out tonight? Oh, c’mon, Katherine, you’re exhausted and in a bad mood already, and you want to try your hand at another club? What if it isn’t any better than the last one was?”
    “I seriously doubt it will be anywhere near as bad as that one.” Largely because, if Eric was there, she was going to accuse him of stalking her, and then throw a drink in his face. Maybe several. Yeah, that was a satisfying thought. “But I have to find something to make up for last night, don’t I?”
    “Not really, no. Come on, the tour is moving on.”
    Katherine sighed and turned to trudge along behind Tara. She had worn more practical, more comfortable shoes today, but she still didn’t really want to be here. Not that the art and history weren’t beautiful and even a touch interesting, but it was