Chapter 8. A plan

Amalia’s pov

While he was showering first, I was picking out what to wear to the club. The images that were playing in my head of him showering naked next door were driving me insane and making it difficult for me to choose an outfit.

I finally decided to wear a leopard-print midi skirt that is high-rise on the waist and it fails to a straight silhouette that hugs all my curves perfectly. For a top, I chose a black strapless crop top that showed my neck. I wanted to create a sexy look that would turn heads at the club. No, let me rephrase it, I wanted him to find me sexy.

As I was about to let the outfight I chose on my bed, he got out of the bathroom. He was wearing his black trousers but he was shirtless showing his wet abs. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as I took in his irresistible appearance. The way his muscles glistened under the bathroom light was enough to make my heart race.

His hair was wet as well, and his scent was mixed with my shampoo driving me craz