~SARA~
I ball my fists so hard that they turn red.
“Why," I ask, my voice shaking despite my best effort to keep it level, “did you change my clothes?”
He blinks at me slowly. Like I’ve just asked him why the sky is blue.
"You stunk,” he says, “Changing your clothes was the right thing to do.”
I close my eyes and inhale.
Father Lord.
I open them, “The right thing to do was to call your maids.”
He pauses.
Just for a moment.
And in that moment, in the middle of my blinding fury, my brain betrays me. Because he looks… cute. Not in a devastating, dangerous way. Just soft confused cute. Like a boy caught stealing cookies, not the ruthless cold man I had met at the pool.
I mentally slap myself.
I’m supposed to be angry with him.
He shifts his weight, gaze dropping to the floor a
