Chapter 8
It was the knocking on the bedroom door that awoke me. Disoriented and sweaty, I opened my eyes to find myself alone in the guest bedroom of Ricky and Oliver’s house.
The only light was that of the early morning sun peeking through the gap in the silk curtains.
When the knock came again I realised that my hand had slipped beneath the sheets and rested between my thighs.
Hell. Had I seriously just dreamt that whole thing?
“Miss Middleton? Are you awake? I have some news!” Oliver’s delicious voice sounded on the other side of the door and I quickly removed my hand and gripped the blankets around my naked body.
The soot and ash of the fire had ruined my pajamas.
“I’m awake!” I yelled back.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
The door opened to reveal Oliver in all his uniformed glory
