"Not yet."
Camilla caught a glint of danger in the man's bottomless dark eyes and couldn't help but blush, her nerves getting the better of her as she opted for a temporary retreat.
"I just came out to grab a few things."
"Oh?"
A faint smirk curled at the corner of Sinclair's lips, his low, husky voice laced with unspoken intent.
"Mhm, I'll be quick.
Just wait a little longer."
Clutching her bathrobe and undergarments, Camilla hurriedly ducked back into the bathroom.
Before she could even catch her breath, the reflection in the vanity mirror revealed the strikingly handsome man stepping in after her.
"Sinclair, what are you—?"
His lips parted slightly, those dark eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Another round."
Steam rose, blurring everything into obscurity.
—— The night breeze carried a faint chill.
A tall, strikingly handsome man stood by a car at the street corner, smoking a cigarette, his entire being radiating an icy aura.
