Olivia

My dreams started innocently enough: walking through the Carter estate and attending meetings at work. But then the scenery shifted, and suddenly, I was in Alexander's bedroom----but not as it was in reality. This dream bedroom had mirrors on the ceiling and red silk sheets, and Alexander was looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"Take off your clothes," Alexander commanded, his voice deeper and rougher than in real life.

I complied without ...