His other woman
His piercing eyes locked onto mine, and his jaw dropped slightly in surprise before snapping shut.
“What the fuck! Can’t you knock?” he yelled, his tone sharp and accusatory.
“The door was open,” I murmured, barely registering his words as my gaze shamelessly traveled over him.
Every muscle, every curve, every bead of water glistening on his skin—it was a sight that demanded worship.
“No, it wasn’t!” he snapped, his voice pulling me slightly out of my trance. “Have you heard of the word boundary?”
I shook my head slowly, my eyes refusing to leave his body. “Nope. Never heard of it. Can you use it in a sentence?”