Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

“Presley.”

When I wake up, I’m curled up on the floor at the foot of Lacey’s bed with my head resting on a stuffed teddy bear. I must have fallen asleep after the girls did. The room spins, so I screw my eyes shut again.

Dominic stands over me and places a hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“The girls,” I mumble.

“They’re fast asleep,” he says, looking over at their beds.

I sit up to see for myself, regretting it immediately. A rush of vomit rises, and when a bucket suddenly appears in my face, I let loose.

God. I haven’t thrown up since the first time I drank in college. I’d forgotten how awful the sensation is. Like being punched in the gut and drowned at the same time.

“I’m so sorry,” I mumble, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Dom disappears and comes back in seconds with a wet cloth and a glass of cold water. He wipes my mouth just like I did for his daughters. His eyes are filled with turmoil, and his expression is stark. I stare at him, soaking up every second of this tender moment.

“Here, take a sip,” he says.

I take the glass from his hands and sip. The water slides down my throat with the promise to come right back up later. Yep, not doing that again.

hands, he carefully lifts me from the floor and carries me toward his

“Just let me stay with them. I already have it. I don’t want to infect

anything, doesn’t even pause in his strides. He just keeps

of

about the guest room?” I

in here,” he says again,

I nod, feeling dizzy.

pauses, appraising me as I slump over the edge of the bed. “Do you want to change into

quickly changed into before

me find something that might fit,” he says, already heading toward his massive

pair of cashmere sweatpants and a white cotton T-shirt, Dominic helps me remove my clothes—which is a good thing because my limbs feel so

my bra and fish it out through the sleeve of the shirt. Then he gathers my clothes and

holds a glass of water to my lips

like a toddler when he has two actual toddlers sleeping

between us. I’m grateful for it. If he gets any closer, I’ll probably cling to him, and then there won’t be anyone left to take care

up with some vitamin C packs

“Yeah?” I ask weakly.

to be fine.