A piercing scream jolted Dominique awake, his instincts immediately alert. He almost reached for the gun on the bedside table, his muscles tensed for action. However, as his senses sharpened, he realized the source of the scream was Kalina.
"Do I need to invest in earplugs?" Dominique asked, stretching languidly. The duvet fell to his waist, revealing his chiseled chest that rippled with every movement.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here, and why are you naked?" Kalina yelled, scooting so far away from him that she inadvertently reached the edge of the expansive circular bed.
Dominique, quick to notice her precarious position, reached out and pulled her towards him, her chest pressed against his chest. "Be careful," he warned, his teeth clenched. Yet, Kalina seemed more captivated by the intricate tattoos that adorned his chest and arms. His usual tailored suits never hinted at the ink beneath.