Aria woke up slowly, floating in a warm, heavy haze of post-coital bliss.
She stretched her legs beneath the blanket, letting out a soft groan as a deep, delicious ache radiated through her thighs and lower back.
The space beside her was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.
She vaguely remembered the feeling of Damien's lips pressing a lingering, tender kiss to her forehead in the early hours of the morning, his deep voice murmuring a promise to return as soon as he finished a mandatory board meeting.
Aria pulled the blanket up to her collarbone, reveling in the fact that she was completely, gloriously naked underneath.
She turned her head, lazily scanning the sterile room.
Her eyes caught a tiny, rhythmic pulse of light in the far upper corner of the ceiling.
Aria's eyes narrowed. It was a camera. A highly advanced surveillance lens pointed directly at her bed.
He had promised this morning no guards inside the room, but he was going to increase the security elsewhere.
