Sunlight brightened the day, letting its rays through the half-open blinds in Donovan's bedroom. Boma lay asleep on the bed, with no signs of her waking up any time soon. She lay curled up on her side, wearing a sheer night dress beneath the sheets.
Donovan was dressing up before the huge mirror, buttoning down his shirt. He was glad it was a lecture-free day. Boma had picked the right time to get into trouble.
She was free to sleep all day after her ordeal the previous night. He was sure she had learned her lesson. He had no choice but to drive home the importance of adhering to his set rules.
If other P.O. girls were not out there making headlines, he should lead by example. He could not afford any lapses in his domain.
He liked her a lot, but he believed in the words of his grandf
