Chapter 3

He looked at me, his expression shifting. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to offend you. I was simply trying to relax."

As I observed him, standing there in his towel, I couldn't help but notice his well-toned physique. Despite my dislike for him, I had to admit that he was in excellent shape. I tried to push aside any thoughts about his muscles rippling beneath the towel, but it proved challenging. I wondered how he maintained his body in such remarkable condition.

Shaking my head, I refocused my thoughts, frustrated with myself for even considering his physique. I had more pressing matters to attend to, such as dealing with his stubbornness and ensuring my own safety.

"Asher," I said, striving to maintain a steady voice, "We need to address your behavior."

He met my gaze, his eyes locked with mine. "What behavior?" he asked, his tone innocent.

"You know exactly what behavior,&q