Eva's eyes blinked at the realization that she was waking up inside a large, unfamiliar room. After looking around and observing the furnishings, she noted that everything was quite luxurious.

'Where am I? What's with this extravagant room? Am I dreaming?' These questions popped into her mind as she sat there on the bed, still unmoving. Then, her head throbbed painfully. Her hand flew to her temple. And then, she remembered what happened. She recalled that she entered a bar and decided to get a strong alcoholic drink. She also remembered that there was a man involved somehow, but she could not remember his face. She could only remember herself putting her hand in his…wait…

Her eyes flew wide open.

'Oh, my god!' She frantically checked herself, patting her body and taking stock of how she felt overall. She was still wearing her business suit and did not feel that her body was any different than usual. It was only her shoes and blazer that were missing.

After a quick scan, she saw the delinquent items neatly arranged on a chair beside the bed she was on. Her glasses were there, too.

She let out a relieved sigh.

'Nothing has happened to me, right? I don't feel anything amiss.' She checked herself over again. And then, she buried her face in her palms. 'Did that man bring me here? Oh, my god, Eva… what have you gotten yourself into!'

She finally rose from the bed, grabbed her shoes and jacket, and put on her glasses.

Barefoot, she stepped out of the room.

'Oh… my… sweet lord… am I inside an ancient chateau? Where on Earth am I?' Her eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as she looked around. The place was massive and lavishly furnished. Every single thing looked as if it cost a considerable sum.

She rushed towards the grand staircase, mumbling in her mind. 'Marble steps… bronze handrails, chandeliers, ballrooms… this is definitely a house built in the 1800s!'

When she reached the ground floor, she saw a gigantic fireplace with exquisite marble mantles and mirrored panels. 'Oh, damn! There's even a wicked fireplace, too! How did I end up in a place like this?'

She looked around, mouth hanging open. But the realization that this huge place was empty caused her unease to grow.

When she spotted the massive double doors, which she believed was definitely the entrance, Eva rushed toward them. But before she could touch the doorknob, a voice sounded out and almost jolted her out of her own skin.

"Escaping already, little kitten?" The voice was sinfully magnetic, and she felt inescapably drawn to it even before seeing its owner. Her skin prickled, but not in an uncomfortable manner.

Eva whipped around and saw the face behind the voice. It was the beautiful man she had met at the bar! He was wearing a dark robe and his hair was damp. A glass of wine was held languidly in his hand.

"You… where am I?" She demanded, while trying to hide the fact that her heart was thumping wildly in its cage.

"In Hell." He smiled. A devilish smile.

"What?" Eva creased her brows, taken aback by his answer. Was he trying to be funny?

"Did you not tell me that you wished to meet with the devil?" A devilishly sensual smile continued to sweep across those thin, but sexy, lips.

She could feel her blood rushing to her head at the very strange attraction she felt at his smile. This man felt like trouble!

Eva glared at him aggressively. 'Is this man trying to play games with me?' Then, in a flash, she suddenly remembered the things she had said to him in the club.

She could barely hold in the groan that was threatening to escape past her lips. 'Ugh…how embarrassing!' she thought.

He walked closer to her. And then, his forefinger was suddenly pressing gently, but firmly on the lines gathered between her brows.

"Easy there, pet –" his voice sounded out and Eva felt as though it was a velvet blanket being pulled over her sensitive skin. It gave her a weird sensation, causing her to shiver at the same time.

She caught his wrist and glared at him. "Don't call me that. I'm not your pet!"

He chuckled. "You are being too serious, pet. Loosen up a bit –" She flung his wrist aside and gave a very unladylike snort at him.

"I'm leaving. Thank you, and sorry for the trouble I caused." Her words were curt, dismissive, and did not encourage further continuation for conversation.

She turned and faced the door, but then…

"Wait." He slammed his palm against the door right before she could, making her heartbeat drum wildly again. Then, he bent and whispered in her ear. "If you think a simple ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ are enough for me…then I will forward you my apologies. Sorry to disappoint you, Little Kitten, but this devil won't be satisfied just by that alone. Especially, not after all the things that you did."

Eva swallowed. 'Huh? Wait…things I did? What did I do?'

"It seems you've yet to remember what you did, huh? Fine, then. I guess I'll have to show you some evidence to convince you that I am not simply making things up." Eva shivered again at the mellow and sexy baritone that sounded just beside her ear.

"E-evidence?" Eva stammered. He had some kind of evidence against her?!

"Here's the evidence, pet."

Reluctantly, Eva turned around and saw him pulling on the ties that were keeping his robe closed.

Then with a sexy and mischievous smile on his face, he murmured, “Right here, Little Kitten."

His long, tapering finger reached up and pointed at the two very obvious marks – one hickey and one bite mark- that were decorating his neck.