PAIGE
The sharp, insistent buzz of my 5 AM alarm sliced through the deep, post-sex haze of sleep. I groaned, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand to silence it.
The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. Reomen was already gone. Of course he was.
A long, hot bath in the Kaldewei tub was necessary. My body ached in places I'd forgotten existed, a delicious, sore reminder of the night before. As the steam filled the ensuite, I tried to scrub away the memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice coaxing me to beg. It was useless.
Wrapped in a plush Frette robe, I padded back into the bedroom, my stomach growling. I needed food, and maybe a strong coffee before I had to face him. I was heading for the door when I noticed it.
A door I'd assumed was a second closet or extra storage was slightly open. Curiosity got the better of me. I pushed it open.
My breath caught in my throat.
