Lucian opened his eyes. Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, falling right on the long golden hair scattered beside his pillow.
Last night's contest between light and metal had drained every last ounce from this body. He shifted his shoulders slightly, and his joints protested with faint aches.
The girl beside him stirred and let out an indistinct murmur.
Annie slowly opened her eyes. The moment her gaze landed on Lucian's chin, the wild scenes from last night flooded her mind. Her cheeks visibly reddened, and she quickly buried her face against his chest.
"God, I was completely insane last night," she said, her voice muffled.
"If you mean trying to cook me with high-voltage electricity, then yes, you were pretty insane." Lucian casually ruffled her golden hair, his tone light.
Annie raised her head and gave his chest a light punch. "Stop making fun of me. I'm not usually like that, I swear. It's just... everything got so out of control last night."
She sat up and grabbed the silk sheet from the floor, wrapping it around herself. Sunlight fell on her fair shoulders with a breathtaking beauty. After a moment, her hazy eyes soon cleared, and the sense of reality that came with being a corporate workhorse returned.
"I have to go. I've got a show to appear on later. I already canceled several events last night. If those bastards in PR find out I'm still not coming, they'll dream up a hundred disgusting scripts." As she spoke, Annie picked her torn T-shirt up from the carpet, frowned, and sighed.
Lucian leaned against the headboard and watched her. "Want me to have the front desk send up some new clothes?"
"No, I've got a jacket in the car." Annie put on Lucian's clothes, several sizes too