rough the gap in the heavy blackout curtai

felt like it had been

brushed against the sheets. They were impossi

g, registered the texture. This

's eyes sn

lier hanging from a vaulted ceiling. I

oom spun. She looked down at herself. Her jacket and boots were go

ribs. She couldn't remember anything after the third glass of whiskey. S

e moved silently, her bodyguard training taking over. She crep

low hum of a c

of an inch, peering through the narrow gap to assess the situation. When she spotted a strange man standing at the marble isl

eaviest object in reach-a heavy blue-and-white porcelain vase fr

nd, holding two mug

s Cas

bove her head. He didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, amuse

his hip against the marble counter. His eyes d

pen. Her arms slowly lowered, the

"Why... why am I here? W

. He looked down at the floor, his expression suddenl

intimate whisper. "You were wild, Alexandrea. I tried to

train. All the blood drained from her

se. It hit the rug

suffocating shame washed over her. She had slept with her col

t the inside of his cheek to keep from lau

icked up one of the mugs, and

hed. "We just slept under the same

le face instantly turned bright red.

g into her hands and held

o her cold palms. She let out a long, shaky breath, the