Chapter Eighteen
“Trent?” Adalia called his name softly to wake him up then let herself into his bedroom.
But it wasn’t dark anymore, and he wasn’t in the bed. Instead, a tanned housekeeper stood over it, pulling the sheets into place.
“Oh my God,” Adalia whispered and tried to back out of the room, covering her bits and pieces, but there were far too many curves to accommodate for.
The housekeeper looked up and shrieked, then clapped her hand to her mouth to shut out the sound. “Lo siento,” she whispered past her fingers.
“That’s all right, don’t worry.” Adalia gripped the phone and used it to cover one n****e, then blocked her privates with her other hand. Her clothes were downstairs and the maid surely didn’t know how to avert her gaze. “Could you hand me a towel from the bathroom?
