DAPHNE JOLTED upright at the sound of Max’s voice. He was standing at the door, only half of his body visible in the dim light filtering through the heavy drapes.“Take a shower now. The stylist will be here any minute. Hurry, Fredrik and everyone here value time,” he said flatly, but firmly.She blinked at him, groggy and confused, still caught between sleep and the ever-present dread that had settled in her bones. She didn’t move.Max’s jaw tightened as he sighed, frustrated. “Oh, c’mon, Daph! How are we going to finish anything if you won’t cooperate?” His voice rose sharply, snapping her fully awake.She swallowed hard. “I’m going to shower, just wait,” she muttered, standing up slowly.Her legs wobbled beneath her as she reached for a towel from the cabinet. The room was fully stocked, with lotion, bathrobes, toiletries, and even perfume. She didn’t want to think about why. “What? Are you going to watch?” she asked, sarcasm lacing her voice as she glanced back at him.Max rolled
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