Chapter 15

Inside the dorm room, Rafael lay sleeping. The usual wariness in his face was gone, and he looked more than ever like his angelic namesake. What incredible luck to have met by chance this man who called to him with such power. Maintaining a discreet distance, Grant indulged himself in studying the beautiful body, head to toe.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d stood watching, but by the time a knock on the door brought him out of his reverie, the ice had dripped a puddle onto the floor, and his hands were freezing. He set the icepack on the desk and opened the door.

A guard with an attitude of exaggerated respect (had word spread already?) stood in the hall, holding Grant’s gym bag. “Is this what you wanted, Director? If there’s anything else, let me know.”

Grant took the bag. “Thank you. I will.”

The man handed Grant’s car keys to him, turned, and left.