I crawled out of sleep, disoriented.
Where was I?
I blinked my bleary eyes and tried to focus.
I was on the floor. Inside my living room. A couple of inches from the door.
How had I gotten inside?
Who’d driven me home?
The last thought I have was Tega feeling me up on the dance floor. And it hadn’t even been a dance floor. Just us circling by the overcrowded bar.
Had he brought me home?
But he didn’t own a car.
A cab. He must have rented a cab.
How had he gotten my keys?
From my purse.
I scanned for my purse. Found it sprawled by my left foot. The key ring was lying beside it.
Since my clothes were still intact, I guessed he didn’t try anything. Anything that involved taking off my clothes, at least.
I inhaled, heaved off the floor and staggered in the direction of the bedroom.
I needed to bathe and get ready for work. The paycheck, after all, will take care of tonight’s clubbing.