FIONA
Ethan watched me and his brows furrowed in confusion.
“What are you doing?”
“Thanking you?” I placed my feet on the ground and rose unsteadily.
Ethan started to reach for me then pulled his hands back sharply. “You don’t owe me gratitude and I meant, where in the goddess’s name do you think you’re going?”
“Back to my room.” I replied then took a moment to steady myself so that the room would stop swaying. That was when I realized, to my absolute horror, that I was in only a chemise with no straps and a hem that barely covered my thighs.
Heat crawled up my neck and I lifted my head in shock. “Where are my clothes?”
Ethan didn’t look away but his voice softened. “You were burning up. I had the maids take them off.” Then he shook his head vehemently. “That is besides the point.
