Did I pass out? I saw darkness for a second there.
When my eyes fluttered open, I thought I was in hell.
I was lying on a fancy-ass soft bed that probably cost more than my entire education. Daniel was fanning me dramatically with a silver brochure while sipping his iced espresso.
“And she lives,” he announced with a two-syllable enunciated laugh. “For a second there, sweet Cassidy, I thought your post-orgasm shame took you out permanently,” he teased, grinning widely.
“Post—what? Excuse me?” I sat up so fast I almost headbutted him. “I… I fainted because of the sun. Not because of your—your filthy assumptions.”
Daniel let out an amused hum, tossed the brochure, and it landed on the floor before he strolled over to the cabinet where the liquor was stored.
“Where are we?” I asked, clu
