60. The Red Ribbon

Baka had woken up feeling awful.

She wished she could say it was because she was so tired from the work she had done during and after the masquerade ball, but it wasn’t. Because that awful feeling came from guilt.

Guilt over her growing interest for the masked man at the ball. Guilt over missing his laugh and charming charisma. Guilt over the fact that she replayed their electrifying encounter in her head so much that he had penetrated her subconscious and managed to slip into her dream like a thief in the night.

And boy, was her dream scandalous. In it, the masked man was giving her a bath. Thoroughly. Teasing her soft spots. Whispering into her ears with his warm breath, making her tingle all over.

She couldn't remember the last time she’d dreamt a dream that made her insides warm and had her wishing it was reality.

Then she remembered Tatum and her guts tightened into hard knots.

Was it possible to fall for two men?

What had begun as a mild curiosity on her part had graduated in