"Are you okay?"
Claire nodded without looking at Gustav's eyes. Shee was crossing heregs, hands covering her chest awkwardly. She probably look funny at the moment.
But then she remember she's supposed to be pissed at this billionaire. "Where are the towels? I can't find one!"
Gustav didnt reply. He turned his back on her and went to the bed's direction. He picked something and came back to her who's still frozen in the spot. In his one hand, the midnight dress while in the other, a maroon colored cotton robe.
"You could've called for me. No need to scream or anything." His eyes bore into her, scanning her still dripping body with unsung desire. "And don't act like that, Claire. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. Not like I havent tasted every part of your body–"
Claire
