Bernard's POV
I walked through my front door at six sharp, two hours before my usual time. My mind had been a mess all day, completely derailed by that photo Penny sent this morning. Eight hours of meetings, conference calls, and client reviews, but all I could think about was her.
I tossed my briefcase near the entrance and yanked off my tie like it was choking me. That image burned behind my eyelids every time I tried to concentrate. The way the light hit her skin, the black lace against her curves, the look in her eyes that seemed to see straight through me even from a distance.
She knew exactly what she was doing. And it worked.
The cold shower was my first attempt at damage control. Freezing water shocked my system, but even that couldn't wash away the heat that had been building since morning. I stood there letting ice-cold streams hit my shoulders, trying to think about anything except what was going to happen tonight.
