NOW
CORINNE
“Well, princess,” his gaze raked over me with a slow-burn look that made my fingers dig deep into the expensive silk of the duvet. “Are you planning to stay buried in my bed all morning, or are you ready to get up?”
My brain still feels trapped.
Of all the places I could have woken up in this city, of all the catastrophes my life had perfected, waking up in Lucian Delacroix’s bed ranked somewhere near the top.
“Why…” I cleared my throat and forced strength into my voice. “Why the f**k am I here?”
He took a slow sip from the mug in his hand, watching me over the rim with the detached focus of someone assessing a balance sheet. He looked infuriatingly composed, and that suffocating aura of his seemed to take up all the oxygen in the room.
“You don’t remember.”
It wasn’t a
