*RENEE*
Marcelo had just come out of the shower, so his hair was still wet.
He wore a dark green bathrobe, its belt hanging loosely. Each step he took toward the bed offered a clearer glimpse of his defined chest and muscles.
My body grew warm with need.
Why did Marcelo's physique affect me more than any other man's?
The mattress dipped as he sat down.
Marcelo perched on the edge of the bed, one leg bent casually, drying his hair with a towel from the nightstand.
I blinked, and then he glanced at me.
"You look disappointed. What? Are you ready for me? Do you want me to f**k you tonight?"
My lips parted in shock.
How could he be so raw with his words?
Why did it feel like he wanted to have s*x with me right now?
I thought he hated me.
My eyes briefly noticed several colorful bo
