Free The Prince's Intimate Abduction (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 2) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

at her firm tone, enjoying her concern.  “Yes.  I’ll get some sleep,” he promised, not adding “eventually” to his promise. 
    She looked at him and suspected that he was either lying to her, or not telling her the whole truth.  But she couldn’t read him and she was too exhausted, mentally and physically, to figure out what was actually going on. 
    “Fine,” she grumbled and turned around, then stopped.  The house looked like any ordinary house from the outside but from the inside, it was huge.  Much larger than she would have thought.  “Um…where do I go?” she asked cautiously. 
    He pointed up another set of stairs.  “At the top, turn to your right.  You’ll find the bedroom in there.”
    She nodded her head and walked in the direction he’d just indicated, feeling the last six hours weighing heavily on her.  From the angle of the sun, she suspected that it was only about eight o’clock in the morning.  But she’d first heard the sounds of those men trying to gather around her clinic, obviously up to nefarious purposes, in the dead of the night so she hadn’t gotten much sleep.  She made a mental note to never escape out of a bad situation with a man like Turk.  He was too strong and she felt like a wet ragdoll compared to his vitality.  It made her feel too soft and feminine.  She wasn’t soft and she’d buried her femininity a long time ago, preferring to be seen as a competent doctor instead of a woman. 
    Granted, the woman in her ached to be clean, to feel alive again.  A shower sounded heavenly and she trudged up the stairs, eager to wash the desert dust off of her body and scrub the grit out of her hair.  The woman in her wanted to be pretty again.  Not because of Turk.  No way!  She could never compete with the women in his past but she could at least be presentable.  And clean!  Goodness, she wanted to be clean. 
    Raven couldn’t deny a bubble of feminine delight at the idea of a luxurious shower instead of the tiny cubicle that sufficed for a shower most days back at the clinic. 
    She easily found the bedroom he’d mentioned since it was the only one on this level.  She stepped into the sumptuous room with an enormous bed that had the softest looking pillows.  She almost gave in to her fatigue and just curled up on the bed.  But she was too filthy and knew that she’d sleep better if she showered first.
    There were two doors in the room and, when she stepped through the closest, Raven gasped in delight at the large bathroom.  There was a marble shower as well as a huge tub that she could soak in.  Raven turned away from that enormous tub and stripped off her clothes, knowing that a shower would be more efficient. 
    Stripping off her clothes felt strange since she knew that Turk was in the house.  She was so used to sleeping in her clothes at night, taking hurried showers and rushing to her next patient or being woken in the middle of the night for an emergency that it took her a few moments to realize that she wasn’t going to be disturbed.  She could relax and enjoy this process. 
    Although if Turk were to…she shook her head, refusing to fantasize about the big guy coming in and sharing the shower with her.  Nope, that was bad, bad, bad!  The man was off limits!  How many times did she need to tell herself that before it finally sunk into her head? 
    She efficiently stripped off her dirty clothes and piled them up neatly before stepping into the warm spray of water.  It felt incredibly good and she closed her eyes as the stress and dirt rinsed down the drain. 
    The shower was perfect, she thought as she lathered her hair with luxurious shampoo.  But as she finished with her shower and toweled dry, she could feel the exhaustion truly hitting her.  All she wanted to do was crawl in between the sheets and let sleep take over.  She looked around, but there still weren’t any clothes for her to wear.  Why they would magically appear, she