—Alec—
Sunlight poured through the windows.
My head throbbed with an ache. My senses slowly came back, still disoriented from whatever had happened.
I sat up and a wave of nausea threatened my throat.
Slowly, I glanced up and scanned my environment. My suite. I was in my suite, naked. But how?
The last thing I remembered was stepping out of the ballroom, and staggering to this room. But how did I end up naked?
I turned. A woman lay in bed beside me, her back to me.
My eyes widened with shock. No, that was definitely not Angelina.
She didn’t have that soft, floral scent. Or that flawless, unblemished back. No artificial glamor, just natural beauty.
Who was she? How did she end up in my bed?
I slipped out of bed and wore my clothes, just as the sleeping stranger swiveled on the bed
