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.

carefully lifts me from

me stay with them. I already have it. I don’t want to infect your

his strides. He just keeps carrying me down the hall until we reach the master

me down on the edge of his massive bed. “You’ll stay in

the guest room?” I

in here,” he says again, more firmly

I nod, feeling dizzy.

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

quickly changed into

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

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 heavy that

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

he holds a glass of water to my

actual toddlers sleeping

sits down next to me, careful to put a little distance between us. I’m grateful for it. If he gets any closer, I’ll probably

my expression. “I juiced up

“Yeah?” I ask weakly.

to be fine.