Chapter Seventeen
Adalia cracked open an eyelid the next morning, but the room was plunged in darkness. The thick curtains in Trent’s room didn’t let in a single ray of light.
She rolled over and checked the alarm clock beside his bed. It was already 9am. She should be at work, but it was a Friday and no one would come in anyway. Adalia sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Trent lay beside her, snoring slightly, his ripped abs visible even underneath the sheet.
What a delicious treat. She’d had the most amazing night with him – living, feeling, breathing.
Riiiiiing.
Her phone sounded in the bedroom and she jumped up. She hurried over to her bag and whipped it out, then squinted at the screen. She didn’t recognize the number, and that was never good.
Adalia padded out of the ro
