It was the crack of dawn, and I had just woken up from a nightmare. The AC was blasting, yet I was drenched in sweat. I got up to grab some water, but realized I hadn't brought any bottles into the room. After getting a drink, I decided to hop in the shower to try and calm my nerves.
The warm water relaxed me a little, but it didn't shake the bad dream from my mind. I pulled on one of Roger’s t-shirts with nothing but panties underneath and headed to the kitchen to reheat the food his driver had brought over earlier.
Everything smelled and looked delicious. I smiled, remembering an article I read about how Roger loves to cook and how the restaurant menu was his brainchild. He’s great in bed and a great cook. I wondered if he was also great at loving. Maybe I should ask Beryl? No, she’d b
