I woke up in a warm king-sized bed in unfamiliar surroundings.
The room was dark with no lights on and the curtains pulled closed, but I could see daylight seeping through the cracks between the curtains. I took a deep breath, though it hurt my throat to do so. It smelled distinctly masculine in the room, distinctly like Andrew.
I could not yet figure out why the room would smell like him, but I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy it for a minute before opening them again.
My eyes did not even get the time to adjust before there was a knock on the door.
“Ms. Blanchard, are you awake yet?” a polite, submissive voice asked from the other side of the door.
“Yes,” I replied, though I still felt a bit disoriented.
A maid in a modest white tunic and gray skirt entered the room. She
