Isabelle was in bed, flipping through a book, when an unexpected knock came at the door.
"What is it?" she asked, assuming it was the housekeeper.
But when she opened the door, there stood Nicholas, fresh out of the shower, dressed in a bathrobe and holding a glass of wine.
"What's going on?" Isabelle's cheeks flushed slightly.
Nicholas was clearly fresh from his shower, droplets of water still dripping from his hair and sliding down to his chest, catching the dim light in the room.
"I think... I owe you an explanation," Nicholas drawled, his voice suggestive.
"Mind if I come in?" he asked, though his body was already leaning forward, his shadow casting over her.
Before Isabelle could answer, she instinctively stepped back, leaving just enough room for him to enter.
"Come in," she
