Surrendering To The Italian's Command. Kim Lawrence

to the unlocked door and shivered. Well, she’d slept a little at least, no doubt the result of combining the brandy with the cold and flu meds she’d been liberally popping in an attempt to feel better. She looked at the card again, reading out the name printed on it in bold italics.

      Danilo Raphael.

      She would consider his offer but only after she had locked the door.