Samantha's POV
“Get your things, Samantha. We’re leaving.”
I wake up to Lucenzo's face wearing a scowl, looking at me like I spat in his morning tea, and dressed in a two-piece suit, but missing the suit jacket. I'm starting to think that is his signature look.
"Five more minutes," I whine, dragging the duvet over my head to shield my eyes from the sunlight drifting in through the open curtains.
“I'm afraid not. We have a plane to catch. Your luggage is already in the car.”
“We could take a later flight." I need more time. I'm not ready to be in a confining space alone with him again.
“Well, we could, but we won't, and you’ve got twenty minutes to get that sweet little butt of yours into the shower and out the door before I give you a spanking.”
My pulse leaps with alarm, but before
