Chapter 8 Moral Conflicts

• When I woke up the next morning, I acted on autopilot.
• I dressed in that dark silk dress Nikolay had prepared for me, matching dark and suggestive lingerie, and high-heeled shoes as usual.
• I was surprised to still be alone in the room, or so I thought, because when I entered the bathroom, I saw Nikolay with a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another towel. Water dripped down his strong back, and a shiver ran through me.