#Chapter 13 Recovery

I woke up in a warm king-sized bed in unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dark with no lights on and the curtains pulled closed, but I could see daylight seeping through the cracks between the curtains. I took a deep breath, though it hurt my throat to do so. It smelled distinctly masculine in the room, distinctly like Andrew. I could not yet figure out why the room would smell like him, but I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy it for a minute before opening them again. My eyes did not even get the time to adjust before there was a knock on the door. “Ms. Blanchard, are you awake yet?” a polite, submissive voice asked from the other side of the door. “Yes,” I replied, though I still felt a bit disoriented. A maid in a modest white tunic and gray skirt entered the room. She turned on the lights, revealing a color scheme of red, black, and brown. And fur, so much fur. It was all oddly comfortable, yet still dominant and powerful. Even the golden bed canopy hanging