Chapter 16

Rosalie awoke with a strange feeling. Safe, warm, secure, and satiated. She thought to herself with a smile as she snuggled deeper into the silk sheets, "Hmm, looks like mum got some new linen. That was one wacky dream." She smiled lazily; her mind was so cloudy that it taunted her with hazy memories from the previous night. A pillowcase made of silk and sheets made of silk encircled her, gently brushing against her bare skin. She had never slept in silk before. She thought it would be tacky, but now she understood why it felt so good. The way it was refreshing while simultaneously keeping her warm. The texture was velvety, teasing her senses and skin. It took a while for her to take in the different surroundings. She opened her eyes a little. A different room, a nice room, soft colours and nice decor, masculine but not cold. She sat up straight and looked around wildly. It wasn't her bedroom. The truth dawned on her as the silk duvet slipped off her naked body. 'No no no! this can