EVE
"Ma'am… ma'am…"
The voice came from far away, soft at first, then impatient. Someone shook my shoulder. I groaned and turned over, trying to bury myself back into the dream I'd been having. But the shaking wouldn't stop.
My eyes flew open.
A young woman stood over me, arms crossed, staring like I'd personally offended her.
For a second, I didn't even remember where I was. The bed wasn't mine. The room wasn't mine. The faint smell of expensive cologne and linen-soft air hit me, and it all came rushing back. Roman's house. Last night. His arms. His voice was telling me I was safe.
Right. That.
"Who are you?" I mumbled, still half-asleep.
"Breakfast is ready, ma'am," she said curtly. Her tone made the word ma'am sound more like an intruder. "Please freshen up. Mr
