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TWENTY NINE
Water slid down her body and dripped into the marbled floor as she froze in her spot. Fabian was fully dressed in a white polo tee and beige slacks while she stood there naked.
“Come,” he motioned for her as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
But Amber couldn’t move, she stood there motionless with her hands by her sides, paralyzed by surprise.
Fabian uncrossed his leg and with the towel still in his hand, he strolled towards her. With every step that he took, Amber swore he oozed with sexiness. She could feel the blood rushing throughout her body even as the throbbing sensation grew stronger, overpowering her mind.
What’s he doing?
Fabian reached her and looked down into her polished emerald eyes, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.
“Let’s dry you now shall we?” his voice sounded normal, but his eyes belied his emotion; they were blazing with desire.
He threw the towel around her neck, causing her to gasp.
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