#CHAPTER 29: Sober

Sarah POV Oh, my goddess. Yeah. No, I knew when I woke up something wasn’t good. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew I would regret it. And then I remembered the wine, the little class in wines, the way my stomach’s warmth rose up into the rest of me, and how awesome that had felt. And then I remembered, oh dear, flirting with my alpha employer. Kill me now, I thought. Seriously, just let me die. I got my all the way open, which meant I could see I was in Zane’s bedroom. I hadn’t been in it before, but who else in the house would have a chest of drawers that looked like it could support a small building or who used a valet stand? At least I was still in my robe, though my slippers were gone. I felt a little sweaty, but everything else felt fine, except I had a weird headache. I sat up just as Zane came out of the en suite bathroom, his hair still damp from a shower and his aftershave a hint of bergamot in the air. He was wearing a robe with what I suspected was nothin