I had waited for him to leave the room before I had sat down on the bed with a sigh. This wasn't what I was expecting. I was expecting an asshole that genuinely didn't care about me. I had expected someone that was going to have his way with me on the first night. Not this- this nice man that seemed to be struggling.
I took a deep breath and opened my suitcases, pulling out the items I had brought with me from Arizona. It wasn't much, but I had kept what was the most important things to me. I took the photo of my parents out of my purse and placed it on the white nightstand beside the lavish canopy bed. The bedspread was light grey, and the canopy curtains were a sheer white fabric. The sheets matched the color of the white fabric that draped along the canopy bed frame.
I explored my bed
