Chapter 920:
“It’s busted,” he said tly. “The faucet’s dead.”
Part of her didn’t buy it, but it waste, and dragging Kason into it wasn’t worth the hassle. With a reluctant sigh, she stepped back and gestured for him toe inside.
Without saying another word, Wesley walked straight into the bathroom like he had every right to be there.
Elena busied herself pulling the hairdryer from a drawer and plugging it in. The hum of hot air filled the room, drowning out everything else. She didn’t even notice the water in the bathroom had stopped running. After setting the dryer down, she looked up and her gaze immediately caught Wesley’s figure, still glistening with steam. She stood motionless, her body frozen in ce.
The only thing he wore was a towel sitting dangerously low on his hips, clinging to damp skin and doing little to preserve modesty.
Beads of water clung to Wesley’s short, dark hair, trailing slowly down his neck and across the sharp lines of his chest before vanishing beneath the towel wrapped low around his waist.
His expression remained as unreadable as ever, carved in stoic calm. The sharp lines of his face held an air of distantposure, yet the faint sheen of moisture on his skin brought a quiet intensity that drew the eye without effort.
A few steps brought him closer to Elena, his tone low and steady. “You finished with the hairdryer?”
Caught off guard by the sight of him, freshly showered and looking unfairlyposed, Elena forgot to speak for a moment. Her gaze flicked up just in time to catch a small, almost imperceptible shift—he had just tugged at the towel at his waist. Was that intentional? Something about it did not add up. The move seemed deliberate, but the look on his face was still maddeningly unreadable.
Now more curious than surprised, she felt the urge to figure out what exactly Wesley was ying at. Without reacting to his chiseled abs, she stood and smoothed her robe with nonchnce. “I’m done with it. You can use it if you want.”
Deliberately, she brushed past him and walked to the single sofa across from the table.
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For just a second, something unspoken flickered in Wesley’s expression. That same crisp scent of soap and cedar clung to her skin, matching his. Her hair, still damp, cascaded over her shoulder as she reclined with effortless grace. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he crossed the room and came to stand in front of her.
From her seat, Elena had an up-close view of his sculpted torso and razor-cut jawline. The angles were unfair. Almost too good to be true. There was no denying it—he looked better than any of the high-end escorts back at Empire.
With a single eyebrow raised, she tilted her chin slightly. “Thought you needed to dry your hair. The hairdryer’s right there.”
She gesturedzily toward the hairdryer, her tone light butced with intent.
He didn’t even nce at the hairdryer. Drops of water continued to trickle from his hair, sliding down without interruption. His Adam’s apple bobbed subtly before he spoke, his voice deeper now, rough around the edges. “You tired?”
ncing at the clock, Elena saw the time. Not even ten. “Not even close,” she replied, arching her brow again. “Why? You need something?”
Leaning in, Wesley let his breath skim her cheek, his eyes locking with hers, shadowed and unreadable, yet burning underneath. The single sofa suddenly felt much smaller.
A subtle shift filled the room—the air thickened with heat that clung to the skin.
As he leaned in closer, a single drop slid from his damp hair,nding squarely onto the curve of her corbone. His eyes grew darker, his voice low and edged with desire. “How about we make love?”
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