Ariel's POV
I woke up with my cheek buried in the softness of a huge pillow.
Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, not recognizing where I was.
I turned and lay on my back, staring at a ceiling that was way too high and unfamiliar.
Where the hell am I? This is not...
Then gradually my memory started coming back to me.
I came to Chicago yesterday, I saw Matt at Henderson Corp.... yes, the yacht and of course, the highlight of it all...
The green-eyed man.
I groaned and pushed myself up on the bed. I was still in yesterday's clothes. I had only managed to come out of the blazer.
Reaching for my phone, I noticed I had missed my sister's call.
There was no text, so I assumed it wasn't an emergency and planned to return it after I had taken a shower.
The bathroom was heavenly, the bathtub
