Chapter Ten
My sleep was dreamless. There were no French artists with hooded eyes, or hands that created beauty, or arms that made me feel safe. But there was a blonde woman with light eyes who pulled me into a rude awakening.
“You think you’re disappointed? Imagine how I felt to find you in your bed alone and not naked and wrapped around a billionaire.”
I rolled over and pulled a pillow over my head. It was becoming a common occurrence in my life. But Loren, like always, was undaunted. She pounced on the bed, bouncing on her knees and then plopping onto her ass.
“The butler brought me heated towels today. They were scented with lavender. Lavender, Nia. Please, I can’t leave this place. Am I going to have to do everything myself? ’Cause I will take an L for the team and sleep with Tres
