uds. Her head was pounding, a dull, throbbing ach

amiliar, a vast white expanse with a delicate,

ough her, cold

er. She was wearing a man's silk pajama top, the fabric pooling around her. Her own dress

hot and shameful,

eling of being utterly consumed, of a body moving against her

hand flew to her mouth, stifling a sc

oom door

erfectly tailored navy suit, not a single hair out of place. He was once ag

e, no hint of what had passed between them. He pla

, his voice neutral. "Tak

k hit the padded headboard, pulling t

er voice hoarse with fear. "Wha

bed and sat down. He crossed his legs, the picture of casual

terrified gaze without flinching. "As for last night," he paused, letting t

ual statement hi

t the vivid, humiliating flashes of memory told her he

a welcome distraction. She forced herself to breath

trol of this. "I'm grateful for that, Mr. Sterling. Name your price. I'll compensate

crisis. With a transaction. It was clean, d

mian's chest. A laugh. It was a so

er hip, effectively trapping her. His proximity was overwhel

arrogant eyebrow. "Miss Campbell, do you

Asha leaned back, pressing herself into

do you want?"

raced the line of her jaw, se

he murmured, his vo

our kidnappers created." His words were designed to humiliate, and

The humiliation was so intense it felt

," he countered smoothly, twisting

lders slumped. He was right. That w

flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He settled b

voice slow and deliberate. "If you tru

es glinting with a dan

This time, while you