"What the...?!" Valerie's face twisted in disbelief. "Mr. Sidney, how can we not use a blindfold? Without it, wouldn't that mean...?"
Touching was one thing, but seeing? The thought of repeating last night's intimate activities with her eyes uncovered made her cheeks flame with embarrassment.
"When Mark wasn't my assistant yet, my caretakers never blindfolded themselves like you do."
"But I'm not a caretaker!" Valerie balked at his ridiculous reasoning. She wasn't some medical professional—where did he get these expectations?
Ryan's expression remained infuriatingly calm, as if her agitation was completely incomprehensible.
"If I say you're one, then you are. Besides, you're the one violating my privacy by changing my clothes. My comfort is what matters here."
Valerie stared at him s
