When I wake again, several hours have passed. The bed is empty and Leo is gone. A breakfast traywaits for me by the window seat. I didn’t even notice the maid come and go.
I eat and then spend the morning doing push-ups, pull-ups, crunches, and burpees. I do whatever I canto stay fit, but also burn off the agitation that tickles under my skin.
I find myself looking forward to dinner, to the simple act of leaving this room behind and walkingdownstairs. I try to tell myself it has nothing to do with Leo, but I’m past the point of lying to myself.
As soon as my door is unlocked, I get dressed. I opt for ripped jeans and a white sweater. Nothingsexy this time. I’m done participating in the games.
I head for the dining room, but I stop short when I notice that there’s only
