The moment Emma Hart's hand touched the doorknob, her spirits sank.
She had no desire to be near that man.
With a creak, the door opened.
The room was empty, save for the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Mist fogged the glass, the man's robust silhouette faintly visible.
His perfect physique seemed like that of a fitness model, a gift of nature – not only had he been blessed with a flawless face but also a body with such ideal lines.
The water stopped, and the mist on the glass began to slide down, gradually revealing more clarity.
Damnable man!
Emma's gaze dropped instantly.
His upper body was already exposed in the reflection, and what was to follow...
How could he have no sense of decency?
