"Through the door,” he replies sarcastically, standing there shirtless, his infuriatingly smug smirk making my blood boil.
Did he hear my thoughts?
“What the hell are you doing here?” I stammer, embarrassment washing over me as my face flushes a deep crimson.
He crosses his arms and leans casually against the wall, like he owns the place. “What does it look like? I’m doing my job.”
“This is not your job!” I hiss, clutching the robe tighter to my chest. “You’re supposed to be—this is supposed to be—oh my God!”
His grin widens, and he takes a slow step closer, his eyes dark with amusement. “What? You seemed like you were enjoying it.”
“I didn’t know it was you!” I shout.
“Well,” he says with a shrug, “now you do. Who else would dare touch your body if not me, your mate?”
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