ROSETTE’S POV
I opened the door, and whatever wall he’d built to get himself here came down the second he saw me.
He looked wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes, stubble shadowing his jaw, hair disheveled like he’d been running his hands through it for days.
His suit was rumpled, tie missing entirely, and there was a wildness in his expression that I’d never seen before.
Then his gaze dropped to my body, and everything changed.
I was still in my robe. Silk, barely reaching mid-thigh, clinging to skin still damp from the shower I’d taken an hour ago and hadn’t bothered to properly dry off from.
The fabric had gone sheer in places, clinging to my breasts, the dark circles of my n*****s visible through the wet material, the shadow between my thighs barely hidden by where the robe had ri
