The surroundings were unfamiliar, and her face heated as she recalled precisely where she had been and what she had been doing when she had blacked out. She also noted that she felt different. She looked around the room, taking note of the luxurious surroundings, but more importantly taking note of her own vision. Everything was sharper, clearer. Even from across the room, she could make out the intricate carvings on the small statue atop the mantel. Also, she should be sore. There was no way that she could have done the things she had with both Remy and Philippe and not felt the aftereffects.“You’re awake, cher,” Remy said, entering the room. “And more beautiful than ever.” His dark hair was tousled, and he wore only a pair of jeans that must have been tailor made for his lean, muscular frame. Looking at him was enough to make Lilly’s mouth water, along with other parts of her anatomy. She noted the tattoo that snaked over his arm. It was nearly identical to Philippe’s.Curious as to what he found so appealing, Lilly rose to her knees so she could see herself in the full-length cheval mirror in the corner of the room.
