Saved by Moonlight
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Copyright ©2013 Sarah Mäkelä
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Sylvi Monroe rubbed her eyes as she unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. She tossed her keys in a basket on the side table and then shut the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back against the door.
"Home at last," she murmured.
Her wet blazer clung to her skin, and she peeled it off before hanging it on the coat rack. A shiver ripped through her as cool air from the air conditioning touched her skin.
Traffic had been horrible, and then it'd been almost impossible to find a good parking spot. She'd had to run the couple of blocks in torrential rain. Her landlord needed to think about assigned parking, but what could she do? Nothing, really.
Sylvi walked to the bathroom, stripping off layer after layer of clothing as she went. She sighed and leaned over the sink, staring at herself in the mirror. Her dark hair was plastered to her head, and mascara trailed down her cheeks. She looked like a drowned rat. A nice hot shower was just what she needed after the day she'd had. If only Lukas were here, he'd know just the thing to say to make her feel better.
A frown curved her lips.
His job forced him to travel a lot, and she hated it. Nothing she could do about it though. He enjoyed his work, which was more than she could say about her own employment. Most days she wanted to throw the pillow over her head and scream at the alarm clock.
Shaking the thoughts away, she grabbed a towel from the linen closet, then stepped into the shower and cranked on the hot water. The feeling of warmth and heat pushed deep into her bones, helping to eradicate the chill within her.
A smile spread across her lips. This was the best moment she'd had all day. Maybe she had been too pessimistic. Her crappy day at the office didn't really matter, nor did the lack of parking her apartment building provided.
After her shower, she'd change into a nice set of pajamas, curl up in bed, and try to call Lukas. And if she couldn't get in contact with him, she'd cozy up with one of the romance novels she'd picked up yesterday. There, that was a good plan.
Sylvi turned off the shower and dried herself. She wrapped the large bath towel around her then set off to grab the cordless phone from the living room. There weren't any flashing lights on the phone to indicate that Lukas had called. Disappointment fluttered in her chest before she shoved it away.
He probably had a busy schedule filled with meetings and schmoozing galore.
She headed for the bedroom and paused in the hallway, staring at the closed door. Had she closed it this morning? Lukas couldn't be here since he would have come out to greet her. However, he wouldn't close the bedroom door either. They had no reason to.
She chewed on her lower lip and looked down at the phone. Her thumb hovered over the number nine. Should she call the police? What if no one was there? What if she'd had a strange memory lapse? She'd look like an idiot.
Stop acting like a child, she scolded herself.
Taking a deep breath, she jerked the door open and flipped on the light. Her gaze raked the room. It was decorated in delicate shades of blue and white. She and Lukas had done this together, as a team. The memory brought a smile to her face. Until she saw him...
Demetrius stood by the window overlooking the street, staring into the rainy night. She knew it was him by his overwhelmingly muscular build and shoulder-length brown hair. How had he found her after all these years? They'd experienced a short, wild rendezvous before she'd come to Florida, but it was so over!
"What are you doing here?" Her voice shook slightly. He turned to face her, and she stepped back toward the door.
Tension rose and filled the air.
"Hello to you, too." He stalked over to the bed. His hands splayed over the blue velvet comforter. "Mmm... Soft. You certainly do have superb taste." The bed groaned under his weight as he crawled onto the mattress and stared at her.
"What do you want?" Sylvi shivered and pressed herself against the doorframe. She had to get out of here. There was no telling what he'd do, especially with her being so vulnerable.
Demetrius licked his lips and ran his gaze over her as if willing her towel away. "You."