The bathroom door swung open, and a wave of fresh steam rolled out. David stepped into the room, tall and impossibly handsome, his hair still damp from the shower. He wore a black silk pajama set that clung to him in all the right ways. The first thing he heard was Atlas' voice through Ella’s phone, inviting her out.
Ella turned and caught his eye. She kept her voice even as she spoke into the phone. “I’ll call you back later.”
She ended the call and glanced at David. “Mr. Harmon, I’m heading out.”
She reached for her bag, but David’s voice floated over, low and careless. “Where are you going? Off to see Atlas?”
Ella didn’t answer. She just turned, ready to leave.
David reached out, his fingers wrapping firmly around her slim wrist. She froze. His skin felt scorching, almost feverish against her own. The cold shower he’d just taken hadn’t helped at all; if anything, it had made the heat in him worse.
Ella tried to pull free, but David pressed her gently but firmly back against the wall. His eyes glinted. “So, how far have things gotten with Atlas? Did you sleep with him?”
Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the carpet, shattering.
The light in the room was soft, shadows shifting across the walls. David’s body boxed her in, his question hanging heavy between them.
Ella’s lashes trembled, her eyes shining with anger and embarrassment. “I’m not telling you.”
David’s jaw flexed as he gave her a crooked smile.
He knew the effects of the aphrodisiac were still in him, but he’d thought he could fight it. Then she’d stared at him with those eyes, and suddenly nothing else mattered. The cold shower had been useless.
Now she was about to leave with another guy?


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