Ashley’s POV
“You’re still not dressed.” His voice cut through the room like a blade, making me freeze mid-step. The way he stood, towering in the doorway with a piercing gaze, sent my heart into overdrive.
“Yeah, ummm… I just… My…” I stammered, looking everywhere but at him, feeling the flush of heat creep up my face. What was I supposed to say? It’s not every day you see a man standing there, his body still damp, a single towel barely clinging to his hips.
Steven’s gaze didn’t soften; if anything, it grew more intense. “The shower is over there,” he said, nodding toward the bathroom. His tone made it sound more like an order than a suggestion.
“Wha—what… shower?”
He tilted his head, clearly impatient. “Aren’t you going to take a bath?”
I swallowed hard and nodded quickly, embarrassed by my flustered response. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
He let out a faint sigh. “Then don’t keep me waiting. And try not to test my patience—I’m not in the mood for it today.”
There was something so chilling in hi
