As he recalled what had happened in the car before they had returned, Vicente still felt a little unsatisfied. He walked straight toward Charlotte and stood before her. His tall figure cast a long shadow over her as he stared down at the woman.
Charlotte raised her head in confusion. Her tousled hair hung down to her waist, and there was a certain natural, unpretentious charm about her.
Vicente placed his hand on her head.
She paused momentarily before having realised what Vicente was trying to do. Then, she pushed his hand away.
"My hair is still wet. Let me dry my hair first."
Vicente took the hairdryer away from her just as she had said that. Then, she heard the man's deep and husky voice ring from above her head. "We can just do both things simultaneously."
Charlotte was on her k
