Anna Jadwin's heart felt clogged with distress, still entangled in a dream with Wayne Bailey. How passionate was last night?
She sat up and gasped...
Her whole body ached, and her bones felt brittle.
After massaging Evelyn Ellis all night, her hands felt like they had been beaten with a stick, too heavy to lift.
When had she ever served someone like this before in her life? It was incredibly humiliating.
"Wayne, mmhmm..."
Unable to stand it any longer, Anna Jadwin forcefully slapped Evelyn's face: "Wake up!"
Evelyn opened her eyes in pain: "Who are you... why are you hitting me?"
Ana Jadwin withdrew her hand and forced a smile: "I'm just waking you up. It's dawn, and it's time for you to go home."
"Go home?" Evelyn looked around at the lavish, masculine room filled with a man's scent.
A man was sitting on a brave troops-shaped sofa, his handsome face tense, blue eyes filled with brutal bloodlust.
"Wayne..." Evelyn's cheeks flushed slightly, too shy to look directly at him.
