Chapter Twenty
Dean’s large hands run along my sweaty back, urging me forward. I fall onto his chest willingly. He rises from the chair, my legs barely able to stay wrapped around him.
“I should get back to work,” I say, and he stops abruptly in the middle of the hallway. I can’t look at him, so I focus on the blank white walls.
“Don’t even try it.” He starts moving again and we pass by a bedroom door before we walk through the door at the end of the hall.
A king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with a plain headboard. Everything inside is either gray, black or steel. Typical bachelor pad. He deposits me on my feet and heads toward what I assume is the bathroom.
My gaze sweeps over the surroundings, taking in more details. Another dull room with no life to it. Not even a clock
