Chapter 35

It was morning. Yet again.

Anna couldn't recall waking up and feeling that great. She sat up in bed with youthful vigor. She no longer cringed at the thoughts of Lucian, and that was a good sign. In a flash, she reminisced on the feeling of his lips on hers. It was so smooth, so crisp, so effortless, so titillating, perhaps too titillating to be the first thing to be thinking of immediately after she got up. But then, his words had breathed some life back into her.

Getting up to her feet, and seeing the dim lights of the early hours of the day, she recalled why she had woken in the first place. Someone had been knocking on her door.

“No way…" she muttered to herself. There was no way it could be Lucian. He wasn't that idle and also wasn't that keen on expressing his passion. She hoped it wasn't Roth as she made for the door.

“Barbara?” Anna had her eyes on the last person she expected to see so early in the morning. She was Barbara, and she could be awkward at times, but why was she s