Chapter 69: Signature

The face towering inches above her instantly jerked away. What was she doing so close to her? Danica felt her body and ended up touching laces and fabric so thin. She sat up, too fast, and felt light-headed.

She took a deep breath. At least, the bites were healed.

“She woke up, my lord.”

“Leave.”

His curt voice was enough to arouse the quite recent memories; blood rushed to her face. As the flight attendant stepped away, Danica looked in his direction to see him in his seat, suited in midnight blue–with diamonds on his lapels, as usual. Flashbacks of them, naked and intertwining, pounded in her head.

“What do you think of the dress?” He looked distracted.

She was the opposite. “This is… not a dress!”

“Um-hm.”

“That’s all you’ve to say? Why am I wearing this scrap of cloth? It’s so sheer like I’m naked.”

“You’re not naked.” He was looking at something concealed in his hands. “Don’t have to tell me what it looks like. It covers you enough,” He broke his focus on whatever he was hold