Her robe had slipped away.
And there she stood, half-naked in front of me.
For a moment, I just stared, less out of desire and more out of disbelief at her audacity. Then her voice rang out, low and deliberate.
"Do you like what you see, Evric?"
I didn't even flinch. For someone like me, the right answer wasn't hard to find.
"Try working out more," I replied flatly, my tone cold. "You're not really in good shape."
Her lips parted, ready to say something, but I cut her off sharply.
"Pick up your robe. Cover yourself."
She scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Evric… are you…" she hesitated, then sneered, "are you even a man?"
I didn't bother giving her the satisfaction of a reaction. My voice was sharper now, edged with anger.
"Where is the file?"
The seriousness in my tone silenced her. Without another word, she snatched up her robe, wrapping it tightly around herself before handing me the folder.
