Morning light filtered through unfamiliar curtains, rousing Miranda from a deep sleep. Her eyes fluttered open to an elegant ceiling that wasn't hers, in a bedroom far more luxurious than the townhouse she had shared with Ryan and Suzanne. The events of the previous night came rushing back—her boldness, her surrender, the way Nolan had claimed her body again and again until she'd collapsed in exhausted satisfaction.
She felt him before she saw him—the heat of his body pressed against her back, his arm possessively draped over her waist. The weight of his muscular limb should have felt confining, but instead, it provided a strange comfort she hadn't expected.
"I know you're awake," Nolan's deep voice rumbled against her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.
Miranda tensed slightly, embarrassment flooding her cheeks. In the harsh light of morning, the reality of what she'd done—surrendering completely to her boss—seemed reckless beyond measure.
