THE BARREN EX-WIFE WHO CAME BACK
"You look like you haven't slept."
"I haven't," Nicholas admitted. "But I'm fine. You should sleep. The bed is—"
We both looked at the bed, and I felt heat rush to my face.
It wasn't a normal bed.
It was small, barely bigger than a full size, with black silk sheets that screamed sex. This was a room designed for buyers to have sex immediately after the auction, and the bed reflected that purpose.
"You take the bed," Nicholas said firmly. "I'll stand."
"Nicholas, you can't stand all night," I protested. "You're exhausted."