Cloette’s POV:
The meaty aroma of the sizzling bacon inches my eyes open. I squeeze my shoulders while smiling, fondling Mr. Acosta’s bed underneath my body with my hands and feet. Not only is it soft and huge, but his fragrance lingers on it too. Laziness whirls all over me. I hate departing myself from his bed. Yes, we slept together on the same bed! Though nothing more than a kiss and a cuddle happened, I got the chance to spend the night in his luxurious suite. Every detail of what happened between us in the lounge room and in this bedroom crops up in my wonderfully retentive memory, I smother a fluffy pillow on my face while giggling and booting my legs in the air.
“Hey.”
Embarrassment scatters through me when Mr. Acosta’s voice registers in my ears. I hurriedly toss the pillow of
