The blanket draped loosely over his lower half, barely covering him. The way it settled, the way it hinted at what lay beneath, sent a shiver down her spine.
Her throat felt dry.
"What are you doing naked on my bed, mister?" Nicole asked, feigning shock, though the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her. She was trying to act composed, but her pulse was racing, her body already betraying her.
Ross smirked, resting his head against the pillow like he belonged there. His eyes, dark and knowing, gleamed with amusement.
"Oh? Did I assume wrong?" he asked casually. "My mistake. Let me get dressed real quick."
But he didn't move.
He simply watched her, his gaze steady, predatory, waiting.
Nicole exhaled slowly. She could feel the tension stretching between them like a taut string, one that only needed the slightest pull to snap.
Her grip on the coffee cups tightened before she shook her head, a small, almost amused smile curving her lips.
