Third Person's POV
Zander stood there, feeling his tense muscles finally start to relax.
It worked. She bought it. Now she'd never look at him as a romantic prospect again. His vow to Liana was safe.
With a look of grim satisfaction, Zander turned and headed into the bathroom.
He stood over the sink, tossed his lounge pants into the basin, and cranked the faucet. Clear water rushed over the fabric.
As he scrubbed, his own scent mixed with the lingering traces of Elena's pheromones, rising in the small, humid space.
The smell was heavy, almost carnal.
It was a constant reminder of the dream he'd just had—of how he'd lost control like a beast in heat.
Looking at himself in the mirror, a storm gathered in his golden eyes. This was easily the most embarrassing moment of his life.
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