Sunlight came through the hotel room window, but the thin white curtains shut out her view of the New York skyline, reducing every tower to a blocky shadow. Her old, blue tank-top had been strewn across the round table since the middle of last night. And the jeans that hung from a cushioned chair…Well, to be honest, she wasn’t sure how those had ended up there. For that matter, why was one of her shoes sitting on top of the radiator?
Such questions would perplex her for hours, but all those uncertainties aside, one fact remained absolutely indisputable: she wasn’t leaving this bed for any reason.
Stretched out on her stomach with her face buried in her folded arms, Anna Lenai sighed contentedly. She wore nothing but a thin, white sheet over her back. Which, in her opinion, was the perfec
