or behind her the se

of the house, it was warm here. The air was thick with the sce

dominated by a dark be

hing had

nd of draining water co

chill of the guest room still clung to her bones. She needed

or was ajar. St

was empty. The shower stal

dress, leaving it in a pile on the tile floor. S

tle of black shower gel-Caesar's. She lathered it over he

heard a commotion outside the

the water. She s

a's voice. Shrill. Demanding. "Caesar

'rescue' her, which really meant ensuring

the shower. She didn

he door. A dark grey silk r

rf

ed her frame. She rolled the sleeves up, once, twice, three times, until her hands

room door and stepped

oment, the main bed

key. Derik h

e a mask of thunderous fury. He had h

the h

oice

pping from the ends of her hair onto the Persian rug. She was wearing his r

r,' immediately turned his back and pulled

heels. "What are you doing?"

. "Emily said the plumbing in the guest roo

he maid with

own, bringing her face level with his. The

mind, do yo

ng in the a

ching through the wood. "Mr. Williamson!

He looked at the door

. It was a bold move. He stiffen

red. "She wants to take me back.

as a performance, but the fear of

he looked at her face. He knew she was manip

e screaming wom

," he co

ile touched her lips. She moved behind