Chapter 27

His hands went to the waistband of his pants. She knew what he did. He was forcing her to look away. To not stare upon him.

The fabric slid down, and her eyes followed, over the thickness of his thighs. The tight calves. When he straightened to a standing position again, her gaze went to the spot between his thighs.

"I see the rumor is true." She didn't have to say which one, and yet he blushed.

She gaped at the surprising sight.

"I'm taking a shower," he barked before striding into the bathing chamber.

As if she'd let him hide.

She entered before the door slid shut. He immediately whirled. "What are you doing?"

"I wasn't done with you."

"I was. And this ain't right. Get out."

"What happened to 'fuck manners'?" She used his own vulgar words against him.

"I'm married."

"No, you're not. Not according to law."

"And?" He stomped into the shower. "I'm not looking to get hitched."

"Neither am I."