I took another bath. The darned tub didn’t even have a showerhead. “Darn billionaires. Forcing me to bathe in leisure,” I mumbled. I turned on the faucets and began to fill the tub.
I was only wearing a sheet, so I dropped it to the ground and stared at the wall-sized mirror in front of me. I frowned.
I didn’t know what Knox Blackwell saw in me. He was a drop-dead gorgeous, wealthy as sin, completely in control individual. And me…
I was all curves and frizzed out. I tried to straighten down my bedhead, but to no avail.
Stop thinking about it.
I dropped my gaze from the mirror. It reminded me of the mirror in the room Knox had tied me up in. What a strange place, in the middle of this luxurious penthouse. It was so different from all of the other rooms here. My bedroom was de
