Arielle’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light pouring through the hotel suite’s grand windows. The bed was empty beside her—Xavier was already gone. Her body ached deliciously from the night they’d shared, but her heart buzzed with uncertainty. Was it just s*x to him, or something more?
A gentle knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. She wrapped herself in the plush white robe and padded across the room.
"Room service," came a voice.
Arielle opened the door to reveal a silver cart loaded with breakfast and a small envelope. She took the envelope first and shut the door.
With shaky fingers, she opened it. Xavier’s handwriting was bold:
"Get dressed. You're coming with me. No questions. - X"
Arielle’s stomach flipped. Despite herself, she smiled.
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