OLIVIA
I woke up slowly, my body sore but I still felt the lingering warmth of last night. The silk sheets glided against my bare skin as I shifted, stretching lazily. The pillow was thick with a masculine scent as I inhaled.
And in an instant, I felt it: a presence in the room, someone watching me.
My eyes flew open, sweeping across the vast room, until they fell on a shirtless figure.
I was right.
Christian stood at the far corner of the room, watching me carefully, one hand jammed into his pocket, the other wrapped around a coffee mug.
I bolted up from the bed, a little taken aback by the sight, and as I did, the sheets slipped down, exposing my naked frame.
“Oh my god!” I panicked, scrambling to grab the sheets and cover myself but it was pointless. Christian had already seen everything.
I caught a small smirk tugging at his lips, slight mockery staining his features. His expression told me exactly what he was thinking: I saw everything last night, so what’s she trying to hide now
