For the last forty minutes, I stood there, soaking wet in the middle of his private bathroom, with a towel pressed tightly against my chest like armor, staring at the pile of my wet clothes on the floor.

Kelvin opened the door and leaned against the frame, arms crossed, wearing black shorts… damn… shirtless. His chest was incredibly sexy. “I thought you’d fallen asleep,” he said, his gaze sweeping over my body.

“You planned this,” I accused him. There was no way what happened could be called an