If it wasn't for her previous experience with herbal medicine, how could she have remained so clear-headed and controlled her emotions?
After leaving Lillian Morris's room, Maya Spencer supported herself against the wall, step by step heading toward the suite at the end of the corridor. By the time she reached the door, if the room had been just a step farther away, she might not have made it.
Leaning weakly against the door, Maya's small hand reached up and knocked. The door opened immediately, and she looked up at the man in front of her. She seemed to find release, her body relaxing completely as she fell forward, her small hand sliding from his chest down to his feet as she knelt before him.
The man looked at her limp body, her blank eyes, and flushed face. He didn't need to think too much to understand what had happened.
