um of machinery. Clara watched the floor numbers clim

really a bartender? A penthouse in this building costs mor

adable. "I'm not renting," he said smoothly. "I'm house-sitting fo

onvenient. But for now, it was enough to quiet the alarm bells in her hea

iving space surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. Breathtaking view of Central Park and t

rious rooms. Stopped at the door to the master suite. "You c

Sharing a bed with this stranger-even if he was now lega

artments. The walk-in closet was completely empty. The reality hit h

t of the marble bathroom. Dimitri was standing just inside the bedroom door. Hold

flickered from her face to her bare shoulde

the door shut. Heart hammering against her ribs. She leaned against the cool wood. Breathing hard. The first

y large. The pants pooled around her ankles. The shirt hung on her like a robe. The

e shirt. Her eyes landed on the single item she'd brought with her.

ea sp

neat, elegant bow at the side. The effect was transformative. The voluminous shirt was instantly cinched. A makeshif

fied twirl in front of

assing growl. In the chaos of the

the bedroom door. Stepped out

proached. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He took in her creation-the dark silk of his pajam

prickle. She cleared her thro

ge room. He smelled of clean soap and something else. Subtle. Woodsy

e a little rough.

sed. Clara felt a rush of relief. But underneath