(Alina)
I left the bathroom first, still dripping, wrapped in a towel that barely covered anything. I didn’t bother drying my hair. Damian followed a minute later, shirtless, low sweatpants hanging off his hips. He looked too good for my own sanity.
Damn, am I lucky. Well, lucky now, at first, I thought that I was getting myself into a disaster. But now? I wasn't complaining at all. He's a sexy man. He could have anyone he wanted, but he chose me.
“You going to get dressed?” he asked, smirking.
I tilted my head. “No.”
He raised a brow. “You planning to work naked?”
“I’m planning to make you forget about work,” I said.
I dropped the towel.
His eyes darkened. “Alina…”
I walked to him slowly. “What?”
“You’re dangerous.”
“And you like that.”
He didn’t argue. He reached for me, but
