Book III - 17

JULIA

I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. I wasn’t in my room, and my eyes felt awfully sore. I was alone in a king-sized bed that ten people could fit into, wearing nothing but an oversized white shirt and boxers.

Oh, my God! No. I immediately touched my chest. I wasn’t wearing a bra. God, just where the heck was I?

The last thing I remembered was dancing with Nathan at the club—and where the hell was Megan?

Is this Nathan’s place?

“Good morning.”

Adam suddenly came into the room. He was bare-chested, revealing his yummy hard abs, wet from the shower, and only a white towel covered his nakedness. This was the first time I saw him in this state.

I gulped. “Adam,” I breathed.

“Sorry to wake you up. I’m just going to get some clothes.” Then he walked to his wardrobe.

“Where am I?”

“In my penthouse, in my room.”

My chin dropped. I couldn’t believe it. “Why am I here?”

“I brought you here.”

“No. I mean, how did I end up here?”

Adam stared at me, then grabbed a shirt and pants from