Having him in my room, staring at me like that....with those intense eyes and that unreadable expression...it made my skin heat up in ways I didn't want to admit. And since he wasn't planning to leave until I was fully dressed, I needed to move fast and get the hell out.
I hurried to my bag and grabbed a pair of trousers, trying to pull them on as quickly as possible when...
"That's not the outfit you're supposed to wear, Zane," Alfie's voice rang out, calm but firm, his gaze pinned to me like I was under a spotlight.
He gestured toward the neatly folded clothes on the bed. "I brought you something to wear, remember? You should put that on instead. I have somewhere I want to take you today."
Then his eyes slid across my still-damp body, his lips twitching. "And you didn't apply lotion. You're supposed to do that after your bath, aren't you?"
