Eloise dragged herself out of the room barefoot after washing her face, her hair tousled like she just rolled out of bed. She scratches the back of her neck and yawns, her throat feeling dry, so she heads to the kitchen.
Her mind remembered how embarrassing the previous night was and how she'd run straight to the room and pulled the duvet over her body.
‘ How could he say that? He's such a perv,’ she'd said in her mind with her face all red. She knows a gentleman could have found a better way to let her know without making her feel embarrassed or just look away, say nothing, and leave. But Antonio was no gentleman.
She rolled her eyes as she stepped into the kitchen and nearly jumped.
A little startled, she hadn't expected to bump into him that early morning. But there he was, backing
