CHAPTER NINETEEN: WHAT HAVE I JUST GIVEN UP?
CHRISTINE’S POV
AS SOON AS WE ENTERED HIS APARTMENT. As the door closed, his hand never left mine, and I was picked up, my legs dangling, and carried across the living room and into the bedroom.
It was not at all what I had anticipated. I pictured black sheets, dark walls, and a mirror over his bed if I had to guess. This room was...awesome. Soft and nearly feminine. With pastel walls and a huge bed that seemed almost elegant. A vase of fresh flowers sat on a little table, surrounded by plants. The furniture appeared to be antique, but it was made of strong pale mahogany.
He dropped me on the bed, so I didn't get a chance to see anything else. "Strip.”
Pushing up my elbows, I scowled at him. “Just like that?”
He ripped off his suit coa
