Chapter 9
Alistair’s Senior Suite
5:48 p.m.
He shut the door quietly behind him, but the soft click on the lock made Sophia tremble.
“In the bedroom,” he directed her, but stood frozen by the large door of the room, looking at her retreating back.
Oh my God! Where should I begin? She walked into the bedroom and turned her back to the balcony doors, avoiding his look.
He knew those marks. He wished he didn’t, but he could recognize welts like that instantly. He had seen them on Heather’s body more than once when they were joined by Emma, who liked to push the limits. Who did this to her? What the f**k is going on? He closed the double doors, which separated the bedroom from the rest of the suite.
Her mouth went dry at the sight of Alistair’s glorious shoulders and pectorals still gli
