Roses smell, peaceful country soft music, but the rays from the little window disturbed my eyes. Oh, mornings—I hate mornings. I knew we had landed, so I struggled and opened my eyes. They landed on a shirtless man whose fingers danced on the computer keyboard but his eyes on me—I wondered what he was even typing.
“Good morning,” I greeted as I sat up, cracked my neck before my eyes landed on the little desk; it had a plate of food, different kinds of fruits, and a very big piece of meat.
“Good morning, love; breakfast is ready. Let me just close this deal, then we’ll go and meet your friend,” he said, and I nodded.
As he got back to his work, I got up—naked—and walked to the bathtub. The water seemed to be warm. I turned to ask just to meet his eyes fixed on me.
“What?” I asked.
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