CHAPTER 11

          Alannah looked at the outside of the tall building in front of her and felt her stomach drop. He was really there? A spa? Seriously?

“What the hell am I doing here?” she whispered and shook her head.  

          She should just turn around and go back to their hotel suite. She had no business being there. But she was tired of sitting in the interminable room, waiting for Darius to say something, to make her do something… to even acknowledge her presence. Every time she called Darius, it went immediately to voicemail, so Alannah was out of options. It was either this or… Well, she didn’t really have an ‘or’ in mind.

           She loved the suite, especially the deep tub in the bathroom, and twenty-four-hour room service. The room was stunning, beyond luxurious, and she’d