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
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