Colin had an alarm set on his phone so he wouldn’t oversleep and be late to work. Its beeping brought him back to consciousness, and he stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds before he remembered where he was.
Jenny’s hotel room, and there she was, hair a spill of glorious gold across the pillow. As he picked up his phone to turn off the alarm, she stirred, then pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her expression was bleary, but she’d retained enough presence of mind to hold the sheets up against her breasts so she wasn’t entirely exposed.
Too bad.
“Time?” she asked.
“Six-thirty,” he replied. “Sorry it’s so early, but my office is halfway across town, and I have to be there at eight.”
“It’s fine.” With her left hand — not the one holding up the sheet — she rubbed at her eyes.
