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Just like everywhere else, all the furniture is white, all adorned with gold embellishments. It’s… a lot. And doesn't exactly fit with my lifestyle or upbringing.
Clearly, Luciana and I live very different lives.
After walking through the bedroom, I dump my backpack on the bed and stalk toward what I hope is a bathroom.
The second my eyes land on the huge walk-in shower, I strip down and step under the huge rainfall shower head.
The water runs warm instantly, hitting my shoulders with incredible power and helping my muscles to relax.
With an exhausted sigh, I tip my head back and let the water rush over my face.
* * *
A loud bang drags me from the depth of sleep.
I sit up, my heart lurching into my chest as I reach under my pillow for a weapon.
But there isn’t one.
I’m not home.
I’m—
“Time to wake up, sleeping beauty,” a smug motherfucker sings from the doorway.
“What time is it?” I ask, my voice raspy with sleep.
“Five o’clock.”
“In the evening?” I blurt, glancing toward the windows.
“Yeah. Ms. Rivera will see you now,” he informs me.
“Now?” I ask, looking down at what I’m not wearing.
“Well, I’m sure she’d rather wait two minutes so you don’t walk into her suite in your underwear. But I should warn you, longer than two minutes and you might not get the meeting you’re so desperate for.”
His words make my hackles rise. “Who said I was desperate?” I bark, throwing my legs over the edge of the bed and pushing to stand.
He doesn’t reply, and he also doesn’t move.
“Take a photo, it’ll last longer,” I mutter as I shove my legs into the spare pair of jeans I stuffed into my bag before leaving the house a few hours ago.
Jesus. How is it still the same fucking day?
“Nah, a little too much cock for me,” the guy deadpans. “Angel, by the way.”
“Ah, you must be higher up the ranks than the last guy then.”
Angel laughs, letting me know he’s aware of who I’m talking about.
“Jose isn’t a man of many words. If he didn’t introduce himself, he clearly didn’t deem you important enough to know it.”
“Nice.”
“Don’t take it to heart. I didn’t know his name for months. And I work with the miserable motherfucker.”
“Right,” I say, dragging my shirt over my head and shoving my feet into my boots.
