14
Anna
Thirty minutes later I’d showered, straightened my hair, put on my usual eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. After peeking to make sure he wasn’t in the bedroom, I tiptoed to my closet wearing my robe and found an outfit that I could actually wear. In my mad dash to escape, I’d picked up two shirts, both a little dressier than I’d wear working from home, and that was it. No shorts, no skirt, no underwear. The man was making me insane. Once dressed and finally ready to face Nick, I went to the kitchen in search of coffee.
Nick looked up from my couch. He was—thankfully—fully dressed and had his phone in his hand. The way his heated male gaze raked over my body made me question the simple cotton skirt and blouse I wore. The skirt was gray, the blouse sleeveless with tiny buttons down
