SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
DAISY POV
I stood there frozen, still clutching the pillow like it could somehow protect me. My damp hair dripped onto my shoulders, and the towel suddenly felt way too thin. These two women looked like they had stepped out of a magazine, while I looked like I had just rolled out of bed.
The one with the deep red lips and wavy hair smiled wider, her eyes kind but assessing. “Hi, Daisy. I’m Zara. This is Lena.” She gestured to the woman beside her with the sleek bob and cat-like eyes. “Diesel sent us.”