Her back pressed against the wall, eyes tightly shut. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Riley had never been this close to any man before, not even Scott.
Instead of fear or disgust, she felt drawn to him, to the mysterious young master of the Varkson family.
"Open your eyes," his deep voice cut through her thoughts.
"No…no, you're not wearing anything. I… I don't feel good seeing you like this," Riley whispered, refusing to look.
"Fine," he said simply. After a few seconds, she peeped through her fingers and caught a glimpse of his back before he stepped back into the shower.
Riley's breath hitched. She had never been turned on just by looking at a man's bare back. Something inside her stirred, and a foolish, daring thought rose up, making her want to follow him, throw herself at him.
"Stop it, Riley," she scolded herself, slapping her cheeks and turning toward the door. How pathetic to be admiring her patient instead of thinking of a way out.
