She was too exhausted to feel any emotions.
She groped her way back to her room, too tired even to take a bath, and fell asleep as soon as she collapsed on the bed.
Trenton Smith stood, holding food and water, in the empty room, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The air still lingered with the sweet scent of lovemaking; the bed was a mess. Yet, the woman who was supposed to be in it was gone.
It had only been about ten minutes since he left the room to fetch the food.
Could Norris really have that much energy?
Trenton entered the room and put the food on the coffee table.
They were all little pastries, and he had even picked out her favorite ones, all for nothing.
He sat on the sofa, took a sip of water, suppressed the urge to go and bring her back from her room, and closed his eyes to rest.
He felt good now.
After the release of his desires, even his emotions were no longer tumultuous, and his body felt comfortably languid.
