Emilia's POV
I must have lost my mind.
That was the only explanation. Why else would I be standing here, letting Sebastian Simons drag me around?
I blame the swimming pool. And the beer. And his stupid face.
When I walked out of the bathroom, still fuming about the recording, he was already dressed and waiting by the door. "Hurry up and freshen up. I'll take you out to buy some clothes."
I snorted. "No thanks. My clothes are already dry."
"Are you that sloppy? On a hot day like this, you're not going to change? Even if they're dry, the sweat's still in the fabric."
I thought for a moment. Then I deliberately softened my voice. "If you delete that recording, I'll do whatever you say today."
Sebastian smirked. I could practically see him savoring my humiliation. He
