Bianca came awake , a feeling of panic growing in her heart and she sat up, her long brown hair a tousled mess. She looked around her.

Gradually she settled, taking deep breaths of relief.

Of course, Bianca told herself, she was with her Masters!

She was in the huge bed; in the villa she had visited once long ago. She could hear O’Grady singing lustily, but dreadfully offkey from the shower and she giggled. He sang atrociously but he sang anyway.

With a dimpled ...