He notices instantly. “You’re hungover.”
“Yes,” I confirm. “Very.”
I glance around the massive suite properly for the first time.
Floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble. Leather.
Luxury everywhere.
My eyes widen. “This is your room?”
He nods once.
I stare at him. “Are you secretly Batman?”
He frowns. “No.”
“Are you a drug lord?”
“No.”
“A prince?”
“No.”
He doesn’t offer anything else, and I narrow my eyes at him.
Hmpf.
Fine.
I’ll find out eventually.
Silence settles between us for a moment.
He studies me, and I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“What’s your name?” he finally asks. “Your real one, I mean. I don’t know if you told me, but I forgot.”
“It’s Talia,” I say. “Yours?”
He straightens slightly. “Jake.”
Jake.
It fits him. Strong. Solid.
I smile.
“And now,” I say lightly, “we’re properly introduced.”
I push myself off the couch and stand.
The blanket falls away completely.
His eyes snap to my body automatically.
Then he jerks his gaze away like he touched a live wire.
