Emily lies topless on the spacious couch as Klaus's fingers slowly trace over her sexy collarbone. Klaus had carried her straight to the couch after their earlier shower, and she hadn't yet realized that the bathroom even had a door leading directly to the VIP lounge.
"I want to talk to you about something," Klaus said, supporting himself on the sofa with one hand. As he looked sideways at Emily, something seemed to be hidden in those green eyes.
"What is it?"
Klaus's eyes lowered, and after two seconds, he said, "It's about Maya."
Oh, Maya, the woman who had been caught between them. The last time she had quarreled with him, it was because of this very woman.
Maya was the mate he used to have, the one whose name he used to call out in the middle of the night, while Emily lay beside him.
Now, was he finally willing to talk to her about this woman?