Zara’s POV
Once we are back within the safety of our apartment, I disappear into my room to change into my workout gear. Coming back out, I hurry past my husband, throwing some feeble excuses over my shoulder before hurrying out of the apartment and into the elevator that takes me down to the staff gym. I don’t really need nor want to work out right now, well not in this way, but I do need space from the man who is fast getting under my skin. I need to get my head back on straight before his charms really start to attack my defenses.
I head through the security door, my retina now on the system giving me full access to the back areas of the hotel. Ivan got me set up after the gym yesterday which I was grateful for.
Pushing open the door to the training room, I find no one else there. Re
