CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

　　Annie hauled herself up onto her elbows, out of a sated sleep, glanced at the clock on the table next to her bed and screamed.

　　"What?" Naomi asked, bolting awake.

　　"Look at the time!" Annie wailed. "My boss is going to kill me, I'm running late for a meeting!"

　　Calmly, Naomi reached for the telephone receiver and handed it to her. "Call him and tell him that you are a little bit unwell and you'll be there soon."

　　"Unwell?"

　　"Would you rather say you've been sleeping your ass off all night?"

　　"No," she admitted, and dialled Damien's office.

　　Damien was unusually calm and asked her to take her time before coming to work.

　　When she arrived at the office forty-five minutes later, Damien was waiting in her office with his hands behind him.

　　"How do you feel now?" He asked, taking a step forward.

　　"Much better. Thanks" she said, her expression softened, though, knowing he was concerned about her.