Chapter 3
Chase kept her eyes closed as she woke, bombarded with immediate thoughts about how many fires she’d have to put out before making any progress for the day. A call from her father had confirmed her fear. The director wasn’t coming back, so now instead of overseeing the grand opening while the director finished preparing the hotel, she would have to pull the whole thing off herself.
She stretched, sliding her legs against the silky softness of the Egyptian cotton Frette sheets, and sighed—made in Italy had never felt so good. With the day looming ahead of her, she relished the idea of staying in bed, and an image popped into her head of Drago’s intense gaze directed at her from the other pillow.
She snapped her eyes open as her heart sped up at the idea. Pushing out of bed too
