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    Katelyn screamed before she could stop herself.


    Vincent came running from the living room the moment he heard her, his face full of concern. “What happened?”


    Katelyn stood in the bathroom, dripping wet, with only a towel wrapped around her. She was wobbling on one foot, her legs awkwardly twisted, and her hands pressed hard against the walls to keep from falling. She winced and said, “I slipped on some soap. I think I twisted my ankle.”


    Her grip on the wall was the only thing keeping her from crashing onto the cold, hard floor.


    Vincent nced down, frowning at her swollen right ankle. He stepped closer and held out his hand. “Here, take my wrist. Try to stand up slowly.”


    He knew that standing up too quickly with a sprained ankle could make things worse. If the injury was bad, it could damage the tendons, and she’d be limping for weeks.


    Katelyn nodded, her face tight with pain. Her ankle throbbed so badly it felt as though it might snap in two. With a deep breath, she grabbed his arm and used his strength to pull herself up, doing her best to push through the sharp pain shooting up her leg.


    Just when Katelyn thought the worst was over, things took an even worse turn.


    The towel, already barely hanging on, suddenly gave way. The knot at the back slipped loose, and before either of them could react, the white towel dropped to the floor. Vincent caught a glimpse of her shapely body.


    For a split second, they locked eyes, both frozen in shock.


    Katelyn’s scream echoed through the room again, this time filled with pure humiliation. Vincent quickly turned away, his face flushing red as he grabbed the towel and handed it back to her, his gaze fixed firmly on the wall.


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    He took a steady breath, trying to block the image from his mind. “I didn’t see anything. Just… be careful, okay? You don’t want to twist your ankle again,” he said.


    Katelyn’s face burned bright red, her heart pounding. She wanted to vanish on the spot.


    This was beyond embarrassing. The towel had fallen at the worst possible moment. And Vincent had seen everything! The thought made her stomach twist, and she felt as if she might die from the shame.


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    Her mind was a mess, internally screaming. Even though Vincent didn’t turn around, she could feel that he knew exactly what she was going through.


    He was always cool and collected, but now he was nervously rubbing his nose,pletely out of character.


    “Get dressed. I’ll wait over there,” he said, keeping his voice steady.


    “OK,” Katelyn replied, her tone t and distant. Right then, she wished she could just vanish from existence.


    Vincent leaned back on the couch, the unfinished document in his hands. The words blurred together, none of them making any sense.


    Every time he blinked, the image from earlier reyed in his mind, clear as day.


    He’d always known Katelyn had a nice body, but now he realized just how gorgeous she really was. It made his heart skip a beat. Without thinking, he threw one quick nce toward the bathroom, where she was still inside.


    Meanwhile, Katelyn was stewing in her own frustration. What kind of luck was this?


    After what felt like ages of trying to calm herself down, she finally stepped out of the bathroom, her face still glowing red with embarrassment.


    She couldn’t even lift her eyes to meet Vincent’s; instead, she stared at the floor, focusing on the tips of her toes as if they could somehow make this less awkward.


    The room felt unnaturally still, like the air itself had stopped moving.


    Even though the two of them were standing there, it was so quiet that the smallest sound would have echoed through the space. Finally, Vincent cleared his throat, breaking the silence with a nervous cough.


    “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say anything. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”


    Katelyn’s hands balled into fists, her teeth clenched as she forced herself to speak.


    “Mr. Adams, I didn’t want this to happen. I don’t even know how the towel slipped. But now that you’ve seen me, you’re going to have to make this right.”


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