Calista turned around and saw Baldwin standing at the door. Dressed in a sleek black suit, with his posture straight and his vibe regal, he was so handsome that it made her heart skip a beat.
Baldwin studied her quietly, noticing the brief flash of admiration in her eyes.
"This is my lounge. If you don't mind, come in and have some rest here," he said in a smooth tone.
After they entered the lounge, Baldwin handed her a perfectly folded set of clothes—simple yet elegant, with subtle hints of luxury. With only a glance, she knew it was a high-end custom piece.
"Put this on," Baldwin said softly, his tone carrying a hint of command. "I don't like anyone standing in front of me in wet clothes."
Inside the room, the dim lighting cast a sensual glow in the air.
"Why do you help me?" Calis
