"I didn't do it on purpose, I just... it was your text message... Anyway, I didn't mean to spy on you, I just accidentally saw..." Victoria Gibson, for the first time in her life, saw a man without clothes on.
She wanted to explain, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she became incoherent.
"So you're admitting you saw it?" Chad Yakov caught the key in her words and pressed on relentlessly.
With her stunned figure at the door, he cornered her directly against the door panel, hands propped on either side, trapping her in his arms, his mischievous eyes flickering with a dark night glow, like an encircling trap, firmly wrapping the unwitting prey.
"I said I didn't do it on purpose, but if it weren't for your text message..."
"Was there something wrong with my text message?" Chad Yakov interrupted her.
"..."
"Or perhaps you didn't quite understand what I meant this morning."
"..."
