Inside the hotel room, Fiona dragged Daniel toward the king-sized bed, her heels scraping softly against the polished floor. His weight slowed her, forcing her to grit her teeth as she guided him down, adjusting his body until he lay sprawled across the mattress.
She straightened and huffed, one hand braced against her thigh as she tried to catch her breath. For a brief moment, exhaustion settled heavily on her shoulders.
Then she looked at him.
And just like that, every trace of fatigue vanished.
Daniel looked almost unreal lying there, his sharp features softened by unconsciousness, the authority he always carried stripped away. The strong line of his jaw. The faint crease between his brows. Even in stillness, he commanded the room. Fiona's lips curved slowly as she drank him in, her gaze lingering unapologetically.
