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.

my hands, he carefully lifts me from the floor and

them. I

say anything, doesn’t even pause in his strides. He just keeps carrying me down the hall until we

the edge of his massive bed. “You’ll stay

what about the

says

I nod, feeling dizzy.

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

glances at the jeans I’d quickly changed into before coming, I nod,

something that might fit,” he says,

Dominic helps me remove my clothes—which is a good thing because my limbs feel so heavy that I doubt I could maneuver out

it out through the sleeve of the shirt. Then he

a glass of water to my

right. I have to stay hydrated. I can’t act like a toddler when he has two actual toddlers sleeping

little distance between us. I’m grateful for it. If he gets any closer, I’ll probably cling to him, and then there won’t

juiced up

“Yeah?” I ask weakly.

I’m going to be fine. I’m