Chapter 6: Wrong bed

The next morning, Kara's eyes fluttered open to a room bathed in soft light.

She blinked in confusion, taking in the coffee-brown walls, navy blue curtains, and the faint scent of sandalwood and mint in the air.

Wait, navy blue?

Her confusion deepened as a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Did you enjoy your rest, princess?"

She turned sharply to see a man lounging casually on the bed.

Her gaze traveled from the gold tattoos that adorned his sculpted chest to his wickedly sharp jawline.

His heart-shaped lips curved into a mischievous smirk, and his hazel eyes sparkled with amusement beneath a curtain of striking tomato-red hair.

Her scream pierced the air. "Oh my God, you freaking pervert! What are you doing in my room?"

"This is my room, señorita," he purred in flawless Spanish, clearly enjoying her distress.

Kara's cheeks burned as she took in her surroundings. Oh, crap. She was in the wrong room.

Glaring at him, she snapped, "How on earth did I get here?"

Unbothered, he pressed buttons on his phone. "How should I know? I woke up to your loving arms. You're kinda clingy, I like it."

Oh no, she thought he was a pillow.

"Shut up!" she yelled, throwing a pillow at him. Too late, she realized her thin nightdress left little to the imagination.

His chuckle was low and teasing. "Interesting choice of clothing."

She crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks flaming. "You didn't do anything to me, did you?"

His eyes narrowed, and his tone turned cold. "I don't role that way, chiquita, I like my women vintage. You're getting annoying by the minute. I kinda preferred you sleeping, you were much quieter."

Her glare intensified. "What did that brother of yours do to me? One second, I was in the kitchen, and the next."

"You were in my bed," he interrupted with a smirk. "Which means I was the last thing on your mind when he tranced you."

Her face burned. "What do you mean by 'tranced'?"

He leaned back against the headboard, his smirk deepening. " I find questions irritating and you're too curious."

She screamed in frustration, scrambling out of the bed. "Shut up! Where's Rox?"

He stood, towering over her, his presence overwhelming. "How should I know? When you ask of another man in my presence, it's a little insulting."

She took a step back, her confidence wavering. "Never mind. I'll find him myself," she huffed, stomping toward the door.

As she stormed out, she heard his low murmur.

"What a little pest."