Marissa woke up disoriented. Still weak, though not as much as earlier that night after Ricco drank from her. The room spun a bit when she tried to get up, her head pounding. When will she learn not to mix liquor and wine? , she asked herself.Running a hand through her red hair. Laying back down.<br/><br/>Casting her eyes around the room, it was purely masculine bedroom. Furrowing her brows. Trying to remember how she got in the room. Then her green eyes landed on Ricco’s handsome face. He must have moved me here she thought.<br/><br/>“Hi.”Giving him a shy smile. Her eyes darted down wondering just how long he had been watching her sleep. Those green eyes took in his well muscle chest and red lounge pants that he was wearing as her eyes traveled back to his dark brown eyes. Turning toward him, silk moved over her body. Looking down at her own body. Seeing that she was in a black silk night grown. Not the black dress she wore to the club. Furry went through her as she realize that he change her clothing. Yeah they had dance, kissed and he had drank her blood but that didn’t mean he had the right to change her cloths. Did it?<br/><br/>“How dare you change my clothes? You had no right.  I’m not just some doll that you can change clothing on.” Marissa huffed, trying to scoot off the bed, but failing because she didn’t have all her strength.