Irene lay on her bed, eyes wide open, the dim light from the window casting soft shadows on the wall. She had not slept a wink. All through the night, her mind had been a restless reel, playing and replaying the moments from the trip with Mr. Blackwood. The hotel. His voice. His gaze. Each time she tried to shake the memories away, they returned stronger—clearer. And every time, she found herself blushing like a schoolgirl. She tossed on the bed, tangled in her sheets, her cheeks warm from embarrassment. “Ugh, stop it,” she mumbled into her pillow. “He probably doesn’t even think about you. Get a grip, Irene.” Just then—beep! beep! beep! The sharp sound of the alarm pierced the silence. She jolted upright, heart pounding, momentarily dazed. “What?” She reached for her phone, blinking at the time. “Did I really stay up all night thinking about a man who might not even care about me?” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face. With a groan, she threw off the covers and s
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