Chapter 3
MARILYN
He won’t even look at me in the eye.
The husky roar of Jesse’s deep voice rolls on the edge of rumbling thunder, and we face off in the large master bedroom in Heath’s penthouse apartment, just as the sky splits like the parting of a deep gray sea, dumping icy rain—the downpour is the only noise in the room apart from my heavy breathing.
Too shocked to form coherent words, I gaze absently into the air, my mind scrambling to put the pieces of our sudden scene together.
The only problem with that…is that the air seems to be centered right around Jesse’s face.
I don’t budge an inch as he appears just outside the bathroom door, his angry questions still ringing in my ears, the tenor of his voice sending a tingle down my arms.
His stare traces the length of my naked, sh
