I opened my eyes with a start. Panic coursed through my body as I realized I wasn’t alone.
I could feel her presence. Her expensive perfume—probably more expensive than my rent in the Narvarte neighborhood.
Tailor-made suit. That calculated disorder that rich men master with ease.
And the face…
Defined jawline. Dark eyes analyzing me with curiosity. A smile that irritated me… and disarmed me at the same time
—I… sorry. I thought it was my Uber.
—Technically, that’s what you did. And you snored for twenty minutes.
—I don’t snore.
—Yes, you do. A little. It was… adorable.
I looked around again
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