Chapter 15

Lydia’s POV

I wake up with a patched mouth, groaning I reach for my bedside where I always keep a bottle of water handy. My hand comes up empty, but what forces my eyes open is that instead of the hard wood of my bedside my hands touch cloth. Specifically, clothed human flesh. I open my eyes and in front of me is an older man, he is handsome in that Goerge Clooney kind of way complete with the gray highlights in his hair indicating his age.

“Who are you?” is the first thing I say, he smiles and looks down. I follow his gaze to see that my hand is on his thigh, more specifically clutching the thigh. He has very firm thighs. Embarrassed at being caught groping I remove my hand.

“Easy,” the man says and helps me sit up, his voice is smooth and I swear if my world was not already spinning, I would have swooned. He helps me rest on the head board, “Better?” he asks me and I nod.

I look around the room, “This isn’t my room, my place is nowhere as nice as this,” I say groggily then cough, “C