She had a feeling that Preston Keaton was demanding more and more, each time as if he wanted to devour her whole. It seemed that day was fast approaching.
She wasn't actually against it.
She had already guessed that day would come sooner or later. Preston Keaton was giving her time to slowly adapt, but that didn't mean he would be patient forever.
Evelyn Grant dawdled in the bathroom, only coming out after buttoning her pajamas all the way to the top.
Preston Keaton had already showered in the adjacent suite. With his damp hair falling over his forehead, he looked languid and relaxed. It was a stark contrast to the imposing authority he commanded in a suit. This private, casual side of him was incredibly alluring. Every line of his body was eye-catching. Even through his loose-fitting clothes, she could make out the defined contours of his muscles and the firm lines of his arms.
He looked up, his tone calm. "I still have work to do. You can go to bed first."
