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“That bad?” he asks, way too amused.

“There’s fucking potpourri on top of the pillows, Logan. Fucking potpourri… I’m gonna choke to death on lavender before the night is over.”

“Well, you can always enjoy the perks.”

“There aren’t any,” I grumble as I throw the devil pouch into the trash can.

“Have you seen the bathroom?”

“How is that a perk?”

“You’ll understand once you see yours.”

“I don't know if I—” The words die on my lips as I push open the door at the back of the room.

And, oh… okay.

Never mind.

This… this I love.

And how can I not? The bathroom is a masterpiece.

It’s spacious as hell, all wood floors and tiled walls, a big tub, a long-ass vanity, and—holy shit! Is that a built-in wooden bench inside the shower?

Logan laughs at my sudden silence. “I’ll let you enjoy the perks. Call if there is an issue.”

“Sure thing.”

I hang up on Logan, toss the phone onto the vanity, and crank the handle. A waterfall of warm water rains down from the ceiling.

Oh, my Lord!

“Awesome…” I gasp as the room fills with steam.

I strip down, step under the hot spray, and plant both hands against the tile wall, stretching my back.

The hot water sinks into the knots in my shoulders, melting away my stress and exhaustion.

Not all of it, of course… I’m still living a fucking nightmare.

But at least this makes it bearable.

Once the smell of lavender is out of my nose and my muscles feel relaxed, I shut off the water and step out.

I take one of the towels hanging next to the shower door and wrap it around my waist… or at least I try.

These towels are so small that it looks like I’m wearing a miniskirt.

Mental note: bring larger towels next time.

Feeling a bit calmer, I walk back to the room, open the French doors, and step onto the balcony. A cool night breeze washes over my skin, raising goosebumps, and finally, for the first time since I stepped onto that private helicopter, I can breathe.

I close my eyes and take it in.

Ahh, so good.

The relief is instant.