Amelia's POV
“Here we are…” Rogan let out as he came to the door of a room which I was sure to be his. “You are really scared of me having you in my arms. I noticed that you got nervous at some point.”
I said nothing to that, as I was just too tired to say a single word about that. For the moment, whatever he said or thought was right. He sounded like a pretty cocky guy who would be hard to have some sense talked into, and I wasn't up to the task.
He opened the door to the room, and I was soon inside his little paradise, which had me quite impressed even though I wasn't in the mood to express it.
“How do you like my place?” He asked as he slowly put me down on his bed and motioned for the maid who had come in to leave us both alone. “Seems like you're not in the mood to say a word, ev
