Althea
I wake up in the sitting room of the Meridian Grand's presidential suite at 6:47 AM on Saturday morning, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar luxury surrounding me.
Seattle skyline glitters beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a split second, I forget where I am.
Then I remember. Eros. Last night. What happened? I stretch, a slow ache reminding me exactly how thoroughly Eros Valenti explored every inch of my body.
The kiss was incredible—unforgettable—and now it's over. Apparently, Eros regrets it.
Simple.
The shower in the sitting room's en suite bathroom is almost as impressive as the one in the master bedroom, and I take my time under the rainfall showerhead, washing away the scent of expensive cologne and the lingering heat of Eros’s touch.
By the time I em
