Elena woke up feeling like her entire body had been crushed. She stared at the ceiling for a long moment before realizing where she was and what had happened to her.
A man who had just finished handling a stack of documents pushed open the study door and walked in. Seeing her wide, dazed eyes, he spoke gently, "I need to step out for a while. If anything comes up, contact my assistant."
Elena noticed he was already in a suit. Even in Los Angeles, he stayed busy. She climbed up and half-kneeling on the edge of the bed, went to adjust his tie for him.
Silas’s gaze dropped to the purplish-blue marks on her neck. She had recovered from last night remarkably quickly.
"Your tie looks good. How many men have you done this for?" he asked.
Elena wanted to say, wasn’t it you who taught me? Ever
