Arianna opened her eyes as soon as she heard the soft click of a door, it woke her up from her sleep. Her lashes fluttered open to dim lighting, plush bedding, and a smooth unfamiliar ceiling. Definitely not her apartment.
She sat up slowly. Her heels were off, her earrings on the night stand, her gown slightly wrinkled from the ride. She looked around, registering the bold, minimal interior; black-and-white palette, a half-finished glass of wine on the table, and the faint sound of jazz drifting from a speaker. She knew this wasn't a hotel.
She heard footsteps, then Ryan's voice.
"You're awake," he said, leaning against the doorway.
"Didn't want to wake you, you passed out in the car."
She narrowed her eyes. "I said we'd go to my place."
He smirked. "You did, but I overruled you."
Her brow arched. "You just decided to bring me here?"
"You trust me enough to drink with me, dance with me, go on dates with me and wear my ring—"