Back inside the room, Boma met Donovan lying on the bed with a sleeping eye mask over his eyes. He pulled up the mask, letting it rest on his forehead as she walked inside.
He was bare-chested with designer boxers on. He was male perfection lying there, tall, fit…and dangerous her head reminded her. His attention was focused on her and she stood before the bed with feelings of nerviness starting to consume her. She didn’t know when she would ever get over her fear of him.
“Were you there to sleep or hang out?” he questioned.
“I wanted to hang out but I felt sleepy.” She lied. She could tell that he doubted her words as he stared at her probingly.
“Were you just trying to avoid me?”
Boma shook her head, denying the truth he was trying to figure out. His searching gaze stayed fixed on h
