The first thing I realized when I woke up was that I wasn't in my room at the Montoya estate. The second thing I realized was that I couldn't move.
For one terrifying second, panic seized me before awareness slowly settled back into my body. Warmth pressed firmly against my back. Heavy warmth. A large arm rested securely around my waist while another solid weight pinned part of me into the mattress.
Mr. Montoya. Memory returned in fragments after that. The attempted attack following Mr Fernando's spy's visit. The drive through the city. The hotel. Sharing a bed. Heat instantly crawled into my cheeks.
I stayed completely still for a moment, listening carefully. Behind me, Mr. Montoya's breathing remained slow and steady against the back of my neck. Through my clothes, I could feel the ha
