Chapter 2
Jenna
I wake in the morning with a headache and a case of cottonmouth. A familiar, manly scent fills my nostrils and I sit bolt upright with a gasp.
It definitely wasn’t a dream.
Alex sits on the hotel suite sofa, reading a newspaper, still dressed in his fine Italian suit like he never slept. There’s a coffee carafe and a tray of food from room service on the table, though. How did I sleep through all that?
“Buongiorno.” Alex’s deep raspy voice goes straight to my lady parts.
And that’s when I realize I’m naked except for my G-string. I yank the sheet up to my shoulders, then climb out, keeping it intact. I have to tug a couple of times to pull it off the bed.
Alex watches all this with a mixture of amusement and the smoldering desire I remember always burned in his eyes
