Vivienne POV
Vivienne woke up with a yawn, her eyes still closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. She felt so utterly relaxed, her body still thrumming with the lingering pleasure of the night before. But when she turned over and let her fingers run over the mattress…her eyes snapped open.
Where were her satin blankets?
Oh no! She was still in Grayson’s room—and the worst part was, he was already gone. Her heart pounded as she sat up, memories of last night crashing into her like waves. The way he’d touched her, claimed her…made her lose control in ways she never had before.
Her gaze darted around the room, hunting for her scattered clothes. Maybe she could sneak out and pretend this whole thing never happened. As she pulled on her blouse and wriggled back into her pencil skirt, her
