A strange sensation throbbed between Claire's thighs, like something inside her had been triggered without warning. Heat pooled there, spreading rapidly through her belly, chest, even her fingertips. Her body ached, pulsing with a shameful need, but her heart thundered in panic. What was this? Why did she feel like this?
Her lashes fluttered open. The ceiling above her wasn't familiar. This wasn't her room. Cold dread spilled down her spine.
She tried sitting up, but her limbs were heavy, her head dizzy. Her vision blurred and cleared in waves. That was when it hit her—what had happened last night.
The drink. Her crew member had offered her a drink—she hadn't even thought twice.
Looking down, she gasped. Her undergarments were still in place, but barely and her clothes were gone. Panic gripped her throat.
