EmmaI step out from the bathroom, with a towel around my wet body.Drops of water from my hair find their way down my neck, across my collarbone, and between my breasts. The bedroom is dark, with only the bedside light providing a small, warm, golden circle on the floor. After the long, hot shower, I want nothing but peace and to be alone.Instead, I freeze in place.Knox is sitting on the foot of my bed, legs crossed, suit jacket already hung on the armchair by the far wall. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, forearms muscular and bronzed. He appears completely relaxed, as though this is not just his room but his space. A lazy, knowing smile curves his lips the moment our eyes meet.My heart slams against my ribs. Anger flares hot.“What are you doing in my room?” My voice is louder than intended, laced with anger. He slowly uncrosses his legs and takes a black gift bag next to his side on the bed. He pulls out a dress, deep crimson silk that picks up the lamplight and gl
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