~Sienna~
Returning home after the traumatic ordeal was like stepping into a vacuum—quiet and still, but suffocating in its own way. Derrick had driven me back while Lucas and Grant returned to Weston.
I’d barely managed to answer calls from concerned colleagues, brushing off their questions with vague explanations about being kidn*pped without giving any real details. Even Vivian had simply told me to take a week off to recover from the shock.
I dragged myself out of the bathroom, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my chest. After a long, hot bubble bath that left my skin flushed and pruny, I padded across the room with a pink, fluffy towel wrapped around me. Droplets of water scattered as I ran a hand through my damp, wavy hair.
Slipping into a skimpy, tiny-strap red nightgown
