Clara Bennett
I was wrapped tightly in a white towel, suddenly feeling a rush of embarrassment.
The peach dress was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, but I wanted to dry off properly first.
Steam followed me into the small living room as I clutched the top of the towel with one hand, making sure it stayed in place.
Ryder was still standing near the shelf, but he turned the moment I walked in.
His dark eyes locked onto me instantly. The air in the room suddenly felt thicker.
I froze mid-step, very aware that I was wearing nothing but a towel in front of my boss .... the same man I was supposed to be spying on.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, my voice coming out breathy. “I thought I’d have more time. I’ll go put the dress on right now.”
I took another step toward the bedroom, but
