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When I open my eyes again, I find myself in a modern bedroom decorated in shades of black, white, and red. Tall windows line the walls; a plush white rug covers the floor. I lie naked in a massive bed under black silk sheets. Tempest sits in a chair beside me.
Wait, what?
I sit upright and tuck the sheets under my arms.
Tempest’s large brown eyes lock with mine. “Morning, luv.” His long legs are kicked out before him with his biker boots crossed at the ankles. He wears a fresh pair of jeans and a stretchy black T-shirt. It’s not fair how messy and sexy he looks in the morning.
“Hey.” My voice comes out as a nervous chirp.
Smooth, Portia.
I pat my hair, finding a positive rat’s nest of blonde tangles surrounding my head, halo-style. I open my mouth to ask questions. Instead, I put
