#Chapter 17 Trinity

Glenda’s POV I stared up at him, shocked and a bit ashamed. The world still felt a bit hazy, but his words felt like a bucket of ice water over my head. No one had ever cared if I was sober or not when they used me. “Do you need help with changing for bed or can you manage?” Matt asked, looking at me. I couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t going to sleep with me again? He hadn’t even tried to get my dress off. I hadn’t managed to get more than a single button undone. If he was right that I was drunk, what was stopping him? “Renda?” he asked again. “I… I can do it.” Matt nodded and leaned forward to press the smallest kiss to my forehead. A little bloom of warmth went through me at the tender gesture. My eyes burned with tears, but I held them back. “Good night, Renda.” The door clicked closed behind him softly and I sat back on the bed, staring at the door in amazement. He’d stopped. He didn’t seem swayed by my words at all. I knew patrons who enjoyed it when I act