Chapter 7

When I woke up the next morning, Xavier was already gone.

Sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds, casting a grid of light and shadow across the floor.

I shifted, feeling like I'd been taken apart and put back together. My whole body was weak and sore.

Vivid, heated memories of last night fleetingly crossed my mind, and my cheeks flamed up instantly.

On the nightstand was a glass of still-warm water and a note.

The handwriting was sharp and decisive, definitely Xavier's.

[Early meeting at the office. Breakfast's downstairs. Don't forget about last night's deal, Ms. Lewis.]

He'd…