“I need a cold shower,” Cassie murmured, cupping her face, red and hot, as she sprinted toward her bedroom.
She tried to brush off Nathan in her mind, but his sexy physique kept crawling into her brain, and she could not stop the wild thoughts playing in her mind. She was about to grab the doorknob, but her hand stopped midair.
The slightly open door and Anton’s furious but controlled voice made her curious. She squinted, peering in the room, and saw her husband pacing inside the bedroom while talking to someone on the phone.
“I told you not to call this number. I share my phone with my wife,” Anton sighed, placing his palm on the back of his neck while he listened.
Cassie grabbed the doorknob, leaning slightly at the door as if it was enough to hear whoever the caller was.
“What
