The moment Prisana awoke atop a round bed of black velvet sheets with a beastly arm holding her captive, she panicked. She panicked because everything felt like a dream. Dane, her worst nightmare and best fantasy, saved her and gave her waves of pleasure among pleasure until she couldn't handle it anymore.
Speaking of dreams, there was a beautiful dream she had last night. Her hands lifted to touch her lips. The beautiful dream was of Dane. She dreamt that he had kissed her so sweetly and softly and then stroked her head for minutes on end. But that wasn't possible.
He hated kissing her.
Looking at him sound asleep, he looked like any other vulnerable man. She poked the wrinkles on his forehead and then found him relaxing. Satisfied, she nestled deeper into his beastly arms. But the peace didn't last long as she opened her eyes again in horror.
There was another man in the room with them!
What looked like his...Secretary?!
