Scarlett
“You really should whisper quieter, little wolf.”
His voice is silk and smoke. It wraps around me before my brain even catches up.
I spin around and there he is. Rhodes. Standing in the open doorway like he belongs in every nightmare I’ve ever had.
I stumble back a step. My elbow knocks over a bucket, water sloshing out over the stone. He doesn’t flinch. Just leans against the doorframe with that maddening smirk.
His eyes drag over me slowly. “Didn’t take you for the type to drool over your captor.”
“I wasn’t,” I snap, cheeks flaming. “I was just—”
“Admiring the scenery?”
I cross my arms. “I’ve seen better.”
He takes a step inside, not ashamed of his naked body. I don’t want to keep staring into his beautiful face, but the alternative is looking at his six-pack or worse,
