Book 5: On His Bed?

Iris stirred, rolled over, and fell asleep again. She felt like she was floating on a bed of feathers - warm, clean, and sweet-scented. It was so comfortable she couldn’t open her eyes. All the tiredness of last night ebbed away, and she felt energized. 

“Mm, five more minutes! Mr. Laurier can wait for his breakfast,” she mumbled and snuggled more into the cushions. 

“I can’t!” A whisper caressed her skin, and she smiled like a fool, crushing on her gorgeous employer. 

How else would she hear him talking to her in her dreams? She hadn’t allowed him to sleep with her on her bed. What would have happened if she had? 

Then she froze. This bed differed from the one she slept on. Where was she? Iris was now wide awake. Last night, she remembered she had cleaned her employer’s bedroom. Then? She couldn’t recall. 

Panic settled in her heart, and she nervously opened her eyes. Her face paled as she realized what she had done. She had slept on