“Where were your clothes, anyway? Weren’t you cold?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.
I was bundled head‑to‑toe, but he stood beside me in nothing but board shorts and a towel slung over one shoulder.
What. A. Tease.
“I’m the hottest man on earth,” he purred, winking.
Right—no wonder I was sweating like hell.
Ever since we had left the pool, I had felt his eyes soaking me in. Suspicious? Oh, please, no.
The elevator dinged. Two women stepped in. Their gazes glued themselves to Johnny, and they giggled when he flashed a smile.
“There’s a party on the rooftop—everyone’s invited,” the blonde chirped, while the brunette blatantly simped over my half‑naked boss. I shrank into the corner.
“Sounds fun,” he said.
The doors slid open on my floor, and I slipped out like a breeze, be
