Chapter Nine
Chloe didn’t sleep well. No matter what she did, even following Ronan’s very explicit, very hot instructions. Her brain spent the night in overdrive. She napped throughout the morning, but by noon, she was up and moving. She straightened her living room and bedroom, including fresh sheets for her bed. Her full-size bed that could never compete with the behemoth of a bed Ronan had in his room. She looked at her apartment and wondered what he’d see. Then she pushed the thought away. She doubted he would be taking too much time to investigate. He didn’t care about what she filled her shelves with—he was coming over for s*x, plain and simple.
But not so simple. He’d promised to do whatever she asked. The problem was that she didn’t have an automatic list of items to check off. S
