Sunday, October 8th, 8:32 a.m.
The Sunday morning light filtered through the curtains of the spare bedroom. She stretched languidly, feeling oddly refreshed despite the confrontation with Riley. She had locked the door last night to make sure he hadn't tried to join her.
Something new had started for her last night at The Velvet Room, meeting Sir. She wasn't sure she would have felt the same with any stranger… there was just something about him.
Just thinking about him sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. His commanding presence, the way he'd looked at her as if he could see past all her masks to the woman beneath. The promise in his eyes when he'd invited her back tonight.
Honey checked her phone… three more missed calls from Riley and a text:
Riley: We need to talk when you get up
