"Where are we?"
"My apartment."
James pulled the dazed Clara inside, steering her straight to the bathroom.
"Hey—what are you—let go!" Clara struggled, panic rising in her voice.
To stop her squirming, James pressed her firmly against the counter.
"Wasn’t planning anything, but keep this up and all bets are off."
"You wouldn’t dare!"
His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like we’re strangers."
He traced a teasing finger down her cheek. Clara froze, her lashes trembling, words dying in her throat.
The small space filled with their uneven breaths. That nervous flutter of hers sent an unexpected jolt through James—his pulse now racing alongside her rapid blinking.
Suddenly, he released her. "Relax. You’re not my type," he said coolly. "Shower before you c
