The shower was continuously emitting warm water, and the entire bathroom was filled with steam.
Charlotte lifted her head and collided with those deep black pupils, and her heartbeat quickened for a moment.
She subconsciously lowered her gaze, unintentionally landing on his bobbing Adam's apple.
Hot.
Charlotte curled her toes. The bathroom always evoked some risqué thoughts.
She was afraid that if Leandro didn't leave, she might not be able to control herself.
Charlotte took a slight breath, "Mr. Romero, could you please leave?"
"Mm-hmm."
Leandro averted his gaze and gave a nod of acknowledgment.
The lowered gaze hid the surging emotions that Charlotte had never noticed.
He reached out, lifted Charlotte off the sink, slightly turned his body, and walked out of the bathroom.
Char
