15
ROSE
"Chance...I—"
One dark colored brow arched. "You're compliant, remember?"
I bit my lip and spun on my heel.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and dried the ends of my hair with the bath sheet as I listened to Chance splash in the tub. Using his words as a guide, I had to assume he would not linger on his bath, so I did not linger on my hair. The wild mass was a lost cause; there was no time to brush out the tangles. I took a deep breath to soothe rattled nerves, and I was apprehensive, as I knew Chance's demeanor was too mild for the predicament we were in earlier. What would he do to me besides f**k me?
I'd learned so many carnal things in the few days we'd been wed, but I imagined we'd only done the more innocent of acts. Chance had reassured me again and again what we did
