"I'm leaving."
His grip tightened for just a moment as he shook his head, then angled it toward the empty chair. "Sit."
I narrowed my eyes at him defiantly and didn't move. It was a battle of wills, but I knew that wouldn't be enough. He had size on his size. Nakedness, too, for he was just as intimidating, if not more so, undressed.
I tugged my arm out of his grip and huffed back to the chair and sat facing the wall once again, yet the image of his with droplets of water on his tanned skin filled my mind.
"You may turn around." His voice broke through my thoughts minutes later.
"Are...are you decent?" I asked, before I did so.
"Yes, Miss Sinclair, I'm decent."
When I stood and turned, I took in his clean clothes, the dirty ones in a pile on the floor. Dark pants and a light shirt f
