Chapter 96

Swallowing hard, Emmeline carefully slid her feet to the cold marble floor, staring up at his striking face and waiting for his next instructions with breathless trepidation.

Zavian’s eyes were dark like unfathomable pools that seemed to gaze straight through to her very soul.

“Strip!” he said bluntly, making no move to give her privacy.

Emmeline eyes widened in shock at his brazen command. “What?” she gasped, hardly able to believe her ears.

Zavian folded his arms across his chest, the fabric of his jacket pulling taut across his broad shoulders and powerful biceps. “Are you going to bathe in your clothes?” he asked, one brow arching upwards.

Emmeline’s mouth abruptly went bone dry, and she couldn’t find any saliva to swallow past the lump that had formed in her throat. “I...I have to take off my clothes, of course,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing hotly, “But why do I feel like you have no intention of leaving the bathroom anytime soon?”

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