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Did she stay at a hotel room with Andrew? Setting aside the fact that it looked expensive and again, quite romantic, as well as the fact that Andrew was currently nowhere to be found, Harleen had no idea where she was, and that truly scared her. Andrew didn’t seem to be the type of person to use the date-rape drug on her… A thought snapped into her mind and she glanced down. All of her clothing that she had worn before was still on her body. Okay… And, from where she was sitting, her pelvis didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel like she had been raped, but if she had been drugged, it might not hurt. Harleen didn’t know and didn’t want to claim that she did.

  Instead, she tried to focus her thoughts on what had happened. Okay, she had already been over the part where Andrew had gotten her attention, and then she remembered climbing down and meeting him in the front yard. After that, they spoke to each other. Oddly enough, Harleen couldn’t quite recall just what it was that had been exchanged between the two, but she remembered the look Andrew had given her. His dark hazel eyes had sculpted her face, darkening as he asked her if she wanted to ditch Newport with him. It smoldered – that’s what it was. Those eyes of his were dangerous.

  And she had said yes. What in the world would make her say yes? She had a boyfriend! Harleen had a boyfriend and her boyfriend’s name was Rosco. She wasn’t the type of girl who went gallivanting around with boys, however chiseled they might be and however smoldering their eyes were. But for some strange reason, she had said yes; she had agreed to join him on an adventure, and now here she was, stranded somewhere she wasn’t familiar with, alone.

  She wondered where the hell Andrew went. If they had had sex, she would clock him. And then she’d get Rosco to beat the shit out of him. And then she’d call the cops.

  But what if he didn’t rape you? a voice asked, causing Harleen’s entire body to tense. What if he didn’t drug you and you consented to have sex with him but you just don’t remember?

  Was that even possible? Okay, and even if there was a chance something like that had happened, it wasn’t likely Harleen would end up back in the clothes she had worn previously.

  Suddenly, Harleen heard the door handle turn, and everything inside of her froze. She sucked in a breath and watched as the door opened… and a girl, no more than sixteen walked inside. Harleen released her breath, but still eyed the girl curiously.

  “Oh,” the girl said with surprise, once she saw that Harleen was awake. “I wasn’t sure if you were up or not, ma’am. Would you like me to get you something to drink? Coffee, or maybe you prefer tea?”

  “Um, no,” Harleen said, shaking her head. Didn’t maids usually knock before entering a room? And wasn’t it a little early for a maid to be cleaning the room? And did maids even offer guests drinks? Where had Andrew taken her? “No, no thank you.” She knew the next question she was going to ask would be embarrassing, but Harleen didn’t care. She needed to know where she was, especially if she wasn’t in Newport Beach anymore. “Um, I need to ask you something though.” The maid – girl – who hired sixteen year olds to clean up hotel rooms anyways? Wasn’t that illegal? – perked her brow, indicating that Harleen should continue. “Yes, well, I don’t seem to remember where I am, and any help you could give me would be… helpful.” Lame, Harleen. Very, very lame.

  The maid smiled and even giggled a bit. “He said you might not remember,” she murmured to herself, but Harleen immediately caught what the young girl had said.

  “Andrew?” she questioned. “Has Andrew talked to you? Where is he anyways?”

  “Andrew?” the maid asked, arching a brow. “Oh, I know who you mean. Yes, Andrew is one of his many names.” She gave Harleen what she hoped friendly smile. “I am Amber, Your Majesty.” Harleen furrowed her brow at the odd title the girl gave her, but before she could question it, Amber continued. “This is going to take a lot out of you, Your Majesty. And you probably won’t believe me, but it is imperative that you do. You are in Hell. Andrew is the ruler here, the King. And in a manner of moments, he will be your husband.”

  Harleen pressed her lips together in order to conceal a smile that was threatening to slide on her face. There was absolutely no way that that was possible, but this poor girl really did think that it was so. Well, Harleen didn’t want to offend the girl, especially if it turned out that this was one big dream. It probably was a dream anyways. How could it not be a dream? She was probably still at home, no doubt slumped over her desk, a half-written essay on The Grapes of Wrath on her laptop.

  “I am going to have to dress you, Your Highness,” Amber said, glancing over at a grandfather clock tucked in a corner of the room. Harleen frowned; she hadn’t noticed that before now.

  “Please,” Harleen began, holding up a hand. “I would prefer it if you didn’t address me as Your Highness or Your Majesty or anything like that. Just call me Harleen. Please.”

  Amber furrowed her brow together, unsure if Harleen was giving her some sort of test. “All right, Your,” she began, but then cut herself off. “Harleen. All right Harleen.”

  Harleen smiled and then nodded her head. If this was a dream – which it probably was – she had no qualms with staying here for a while. It was better than being at home with Edgar, trying to get some work done. And really, it wasn’t all that much of a stretch for her to dream that Andrew was, in fact, the devil.

  “So, what is it that you need me to do?” Harleen asked, arching a brow as she returned her eyes to the young girl before her.

  “I don’t need you to do anything, Harleen,” Amber explained, the word still foreign on her tongue. “I am here to take care of you while you’re here. But, as of right now, I need to start preparing you for your wedding. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to draw you a bath and we’ll start from there. Is that all right with you?”

  “Hey, if you need to do it, I’m not going to get in the way with your job,” Harleen told her. She glanced around as though she was looking for something. “Where is it though? The restroom?”

  Amber led her to a wall before placing her palm flat on the surface of it. Harleen heard a small ‘click’ and a layer of the wall pop up. With wide eyes, she watched as Amber took hold of the handle and pulled it out before waving her hand at Harleen, gesturing as gracefully as she could that she should go first.

  Harleen was still surprised as she walked through the door, but her eyes popped when she looked at the actual bathroom. Everything was clean and made of marble. There was a porcelain bathtub, a platinum showerhead, two sinks, a cabinet filled with towels. Harleen had originally thought her bathroom at her new house was amazing, but this was… incredible.

  “Harleen?” Amber said when she noticed that Harleen looked around the room. She gestured at the bathtub. “It should be filled in a minute.”

  Harleen still couldn’t believe it. No doubt Freud would have a field day with this; she dreamt that she was about to marry some guy she had met a month ago even though she had had a long-term boyfriend.

  Oh, and the guy she was supposed to marry also happened to be the devil.

  Other Works by Heather C. Myers

  Somerset Series

  Marking Territory

  Tempting the Flesh

  The Devil Series

  Flirting with the Devil, Part 1

  Dancing with the Devil, Part 2

  Falling for the Devil, Part 3

  Four Sides of a Triangle

  Sassiness & Sarcasm: A Love Story

  Blood on the Rocks

  Heroes & Thieves

  Corsets & Crossbones

  Save the Date!

  The Dark Paradise Trilogy

  Awaken: Book 1

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  Catalyst

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  Stranger Series

  Stranger: Book 1

  You can find more information about my work on my website: http://www.heathercmyers.com/

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