Chapter 41

She was drying her waist with the towel when she heard a knock on the door. Room service? Maybe.

She tossed the towel on the chair.

As she twisted the knob with the key in it, she opened up.

“Clayton?” She didn’t know he was coming to her room. For all she knew she was done for the day; she made sure she had no pending assignment.

By this hour, what did he want? She became extremely uncomfortable. If she could go back to the 20 minutes earlier, she would have worn something different. It was what she wanted, wasn’t it? Feeling less embarrassed but sexy if something like the previous incident occurred—then why? She became nervous. Should she slam the door? Or let him in? Should she get the towel and tie it? That was just really ridiculous.

Clayton lost track of why he came to see her. He swallowed down on his saliva. He felt his manhood erecting at the sight of her beautiful, bare, flawless skin. Ohh…

“I… I… huh…” The almighty Clayton Westmoreland