Chapter Thirty
I wake up on the softest sheets I’ve ever felt.
Did I splurge on a five-star hotel?
Nope.
I remember now.
I’m at Nero’s penthouse.
The last thing I recall was closing my eyes in a hot tub.
Did I fall asleep in it? If so, how did I end up here?
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I look around.
This must be Nero’s master bedroom. Or at least I hope so—it’s the size of my whole apartment.
Nero himself is nowhere in sight.
Am I relieved or disappointed? It’s always hard to think first thing in the morning.
I look under the three-thousand-thread-count sheets.
Yep.
As I suspected, I’m as naked as a stripper at a nudist colony.
Reluctantly, I get up.
My clothes from yesterday are on the nightstand next to my phone, as is an unfamiliar pair of lacy panties, brand-new yoga pants
