He reached for the knob, but Denae’s voice stopped him. “I don’t need privacy…watch me…” He heard her footsteps against the floor as she approached him, grabbing onto his shoulder. “It’s an order, Zaid.”
Zaid turned to face her, jaws clenched. “Denae…” His voice was drawled, as if he was forcing himself to speak.
“What?” She smirked at him, her hand running down his arm sensually before falling back at her side. “You don’t like it?”
“I…Denae what are yo…?” Zaid was on the verge of shoving her against the wall and ripping that damn towel off her. Why was she doing this? Was she trying to seduce him? But why? “Denae stop thi~”
“Shhh…” She stepped away from him, hand reaching for the little knot at the top of the towel, undoing it.
Zaid watched in slow motion as the towel fell to her fe
