Chapter 43

• Lorenzo's POV
• Marilyn gently placed her hand on my chest, motioning for me to move to the other side. "You have a very important meeting tomorrow and I'd hate to be the reason why you'd be exhausted," she spoke. "But, you and I are known to be night owls, we hold our hangovers very well. So that's not an excuse..." Her robe slid down her pearly-looking shoulder, revealing a thin strap of a red-laced night dress. She pushed herself off her bed and sat next to me. I could still feel the heat radiating from her body, even through the thick fabric of my shirt. It was like being surrounded by a fire, it seared against every inch of skin.
• "I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood after what happened on the plane..."