Chapter 22

The thought of all that exchanged swirled and turned in her mind throughout the rest of the day, she was all alone in the room, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. She was sprawled over the bed, restless. Although he had not outrightly decided not to help her he also didn't say anything that indicated that he would.

She tossed and turned on the queen-sized mattress of the luxury suite. The bed was placed against the center of a wall right opposite the entrance of the glamorously spacious bedroom, with top-class hand-carved furniture that looked exquisitely opulent.

The complexity of how Ben's mind worked was puzzling to her; he'd beat up a defenseless man in a feat of rage within an inch of his life, and he'd make her do all sorts of unreasonable things, but then he suddenly drew the line when it came to her to make her pull off her clothes. He was unreasonable enough to warrant adding 'sexually exploiting man' to his tags. The scent he carried still lingered around an