Eve and the Devilish Alpha
I disappeared into the en-suite, turned the water scalding, and let the steam strip away the day.
Fifteen minutes later, maybe twenty, I shut off the spray, knotted a towel low around my hips, and stepped back into the bedroom.
I stopped.
Two women were staring at me.
Eve stood just inside the doorway, tote bag gripped tight against her side, hair a little windblown, cheeks flushed like she’d hurried in. Her eyes swept over me, water still dripping down my chest and abs, before she jerked her gaze up, something unreadable flashing across her face.
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