–Deanne–
I went through a lot just to get to the penthouse. Based on my calculations, he should arrive in a few minutes. Enough time to prepare. I slipped through the secret passage leading straight into the panic room—entered like I owned the place.
Well, technically, Caine said he already put my name as co-owner of the penthouse, so yes, I do own it.
I headed to the bathroom and took my time in the shower—pampering myself, enjoying every second. When I stepped out, I lit the candles and switched on some smooth jazz. Perfect. Then I checked the camera.
There he was—my handsome Caine. Unshaven, exhausted, and still drop-dead gorgeous.
I just hope he's not too tired for me tonight… or the following days.
I watched him pause, clearly alerted by the music. I rolled onto the bed, wearing nothing but my sheer mesh negligee and the most daring net bodysuit—crotchless, of course. Enough to make him drool on sight.
The door cracked open, and the muzzle of his gun appeared first.
