Chapter 122

"I'M LATE!"

Zain opened his eyes just in time to get the comforter tossed over his face and a knee in his thigh. He grunted and shifted out of the way to avoid being trampled. The bed bounced and footsteps thumped the floor.

He peered out at the clock from under the pile and caught a glimpse of Andrea's naked backside before she darted into the bathroom.

How the hell had he slept past eight? It was after nine, for Christ's sakes.

For the life of him, he couldn't remember what Andrea might be late to, but judging by the notes of high alarm, he figured there wasn't time for a shower or anything else before she had to report somewhere for something. He checked his phone briefly, noting there was nothing that appeared urgent or relevant to his day, and pushed to his feet.

He stepped on something soft and foreign.

Zain glanced down at Andrea's panties, still where she'd dropped them.

Last night was a blur. A dream. An aberration, at the very least.