Julian stood by the side of the bed, looking down at Sasha. She was fast asleep.
He was confused and angry. What was she doing in his bed? Why was she even in his penthouse?
He glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight. He decided to let her continue sleeping till morning.
That was when he suddenly remembered he was still naked.
Shit.
He quickly grabbed his robe from the chair, pulling it on and tying the belt tight. The turned and walked out of the room, heading down the hall to the guest room.
He's had several women throw themselves at him, infact he was used to it. But Sasha was a professional, one of the best in her field. And this had never happened in all the years he had been working with her.
"Am sure there is a perfectly good explanation for this," he muttered to himself.
But back in the master bedroom, the explanation was much darker.
