I'd never done a walk of shame before. Turned out, it felt exactly like dying.
I woke up to the sound of silence and the weight of an arm draped heavily across my waist. For a few blissful, hazy seconds, I didn't know where I was. I only knew that I was warm, that the sheets felt like spun silk, and that the scent of sandalwood and expensive soap was filling my lungs.
I shifted slightly, and the memories crashed into me like a physical blow.
The gala. The mask. The elevator.
Noah.
My eyes snapped open. The room was bathed in the bruised purple light of pre-dawn. I turned my head inches to the left, and my breath caught in my throat.
He was asleep.
The formidable Noah West—the CEO who terrified board members and built empires—looked almost boyish in sleep. His dark lashes rested agai
