Raya woke up feeling every bit of her as crappy as she had imagined.
Her body ached, her shoulders stiff, and her head pounded from a night of restless sleep. She had ended up on the couch, curled in a tight, uncomfortable ball, because Adrian had refused to be a gentleman and let her sleep on the bed.
She rubbed her eyes and groaned.
Last night's events replayed in her mind, each memory a fresh jab to her pride.
She had asked Adrian, calmly, or as calmly as she could muster, why they even had to sleep in the same room.
His answer had been infuriatingly simple:
"How can supposed married couples sleep in different rooms?"
Married couple, her foot, Raya had muttered under her breath.
"We are not a married couple, Mr. Adrian Blake," Raya said firmly, lifting her chin as she met his gaze head-on.
Adrian's lips curved slightly, as if amused by her insistence. "That is why I said supposed," he replied calmly. "Supposed, Miss Raya Calder."
