Wet for the devil.

XENA’S POV

I didn’t hear him come in, one moment the moon was shining across the floor, the night breeze drifted in, and the next—he was leaning against the doorframe like sin himself.

His black shirt was unbuttoned, his tie undone and his cuffs rolled up. His lips curled into a faint smile as he walked in.

My jaw dropped as my eyes licked his bare chest. He was fucking hot, his ice blue eyed were glistening in the dark, his dark shoulder length hair was packed into a loose bun.

I swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze.

"Miss me?" Kael asked, his deep voice dripping with danger.

I inhaled deeply, darting my eyes left and right.

I was curled up in the corner of the king-sized bed, a laptop open on my thighs, spreadsheets from half-finished business plan—his business, now partially mine.

“You are up late, don't tell me you were waiting for me,” he smirked, sitting down beside me, his hands slowly placed beside me.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the tension building up in