But that feeling was quickly washed away by the anger I felt when I remembered how he had refused to answer my question yesterday and instead told me to go to bed. "What are you doing here, Steve?" I blurted out, desperate to redirect both his attention and my own thoughts.
Steve stood up, buttoning his suit jacket, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good morning to you too, Mabel," he replied, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the effort it took for him to keep his gaze on my face rather than letting it wander down my body again.
I groaned internally as I thought about how he saw me in a short towel the first time, and now here I stood in a see-through nightgown. This man had a hold on me already and it hadn't even been three days since we'd met. I was losing control. I'd never
