Prologue

I’d been right.

This large bathroom had brilliant acoustics.

My horrified shriek bounced loudly against the walls, effectively deafening both me, and Cassian James…

The absolute fucking moron who had just walked in on a naked woman, and was standing there, making eye contact with my vulva instead of turning around.

See, this wasn’t a semi-sexy situation with me struggling to cover my ample breasts with one hand, and my bikini area with the other while I cried out shyly for him to leave the room.

No, it was the most embarrassing moment of my life.

I had one leg up on the wall in what was — this situation aside — a very brilliant display of flexibility. My bikini area was slathered in shaving cream, and there was a razor in my hand.

Nothing was more inelegant than the position in which I had been caught. He stood there still, even as my scream left our ears buzzing, just staring at me with that annoying, blank expression.

My face was red as I grabbed unto the closest thing to me — the hand-held shower-head — and turned the stream to Cassian’s face like a gun.

“GET! OUT!”

Admittedly, the water pressure surprised me, going full blast as I shouted at him, and shooting water like a hose into his face.

Cassian took the freezing water like a champ, standing there stoically with barely any reaction.

Well… truthfully, he didn’t get much time to do anything before he was blasted and drenched.

“Get out! Get out! Get out!” I screeched, one leg still perched on the wall, blasting him with water like some sort of spider with a gun.

When I finally caught myself, realizing how cold the water was, I turned it off and put my leg down, focusing on trying to cover myself.

“You crazy bastard, why are you still standing there? Just get out already.” I wasn’t going to apologize when it was his fault for walking in on me.

Cassian still hadn’t moved. He just spat out the mouthful of water he had been force-fed and looked up at me again with an irritated expression.

My mouth involuntarily went dry. He’d walked in wearing only a towel at his waist and my panicked actions just now had left his drool-worthy muscular body, wet and dripping.

I really am my own worst enemy sometimes.

As if it wasn’t hard enough ignoring how he looked like a Greek god. Now he was a wet Greek god too?!

I could feel my body tingle as I became more and more aware of his own, my eyes trailing a drop of water as it dripped from his lips down to the middle of his pecs…

Rolling… zigzagging down his washboard abs to the delicious V leading towards his crotch, and disappearing into his towel.

His towel which — as a result of my actions — was now soaking wet, and heavier than before.

As expected, gravity did it’s job, and right as I was looking, the soaked towel dropped off his hips.

Cassian shut his eyes in frustration and resignation as a second shriek left my lips to rend the air.