Fresh and clean, I turn off the water and dry myself before looking at the clothes he has given me. The shirt will be fine; it is big, but I can wear it as a dress. But the sleep shorts fall right off me, so I don’t even bother with those.

Once covered, I open the bathroom door and step out to an empty bedroom. I can’t help but feel slight disappointment that the man isn’t here. I should be glad he has left me alone—he could be a highly trained killer for all I know—but I can’t deny that he brings me a sense security by just being near him. I walk toward the bedroom door and open it, poking my head out and glancing down the empty hallway. With no idea where I am or who I am with, I decide to stay put. Sighing, I close the door and lean against it, admiring the bed. I didn’t even know they made beds this big.

His bed.

There is no doubt that this is his room. The bathroom is full of his personal items, the closet full of suits. His masculine smell is constant, like sandalwood and musk, and I feel like it follows me wherever I go.

All the adrenalin of the morning is starting to wear off, and combined with the warm shower and comfortable clothes, my body begins to falter. I know I need to rest, having not slept for nearly 20 hours since before my flight. Lying on his bed, immediately my head sinks into the pillow, and my body melts into his comforter. I don’t even have to count to ten before my eyes close and I fall asleep.

5

Dante

I left her in my bathroom, my fingers itching to touch what I know I shouldn’t. I couldn’t trust myself anymore. Her hands on my body were delicate, yet powerful enough to hit me right in the chest. No one has ever done that to me before. Though it unsettled me, I liked it. Too damn much. I have no idea who she is. I don’t even know her fucking name.

We have rules in our family, and they are very clear. We don’t hurt women or children, ever. I wasn’t sure about bringing her here. She was certainly scared, and I don’t blame her. I didn’t know how she would react about coming with me, but she came willingly, not kicking or screaming like most would. Instead, she gripped onto my hand so tight, her trust in me palpable, and I didn’t want to ever fucking let her go.