Kyla blinked, face almost red. She'd caught a fleeting sight of his V-line and abs, and now they won't stop playing in her head.
"I... I didn't know you... We're home," she stuttered.
"Of course I am." He stood, grabbed his black shirt, and put it on. "Come out. We need to talk."
"What. No. I just got into the pool. You can't leave for almost a week and expect to throw commands to be obeyed."
He sighed and turned.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"Working," he replied as she had just asked about the weather. "I don't live here. I've got my own places. Here is yours to stay."
"Does that mean I can do whatever I want here?"
He stared at her for a breath longer. "That depends."
He paused enough for her to take his words in. "Now tell me. How is the job I asked you not to take, but y
