Yet this had happened twice with him. Not only had she fallen asleep by his side, but she had slept incredibly well—no terrifying nightmares, no lingering dread.
"What, afraid I might do something to you?" Julian Winslow chuckled, an unprovoked air of roguish charm clinging to him.
"I believe Mr. Winslow wouldn't take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state, right?" Shalma Hughes replied in a half-joking tone.
"If it were you... I wouldn't mind taking advantage just this once," he said out of nowhere.
It was supposed to be a joke, but his unexpected response caught her off guard. She cast a sidelong glance at him, only to find him looking as calm and composed as ever. She sighed inwardly. This man could flirt with such utter seriousness.
That alone proved his skills in this game were leagues above hers.
It was also then that Shalma realized the route he was taking wasn't heading back to The Cerulean Hotel at all.
"Where are you going?" she asked, puzzled.
