Selina stepped toward him as her hands moved slowly, unbuttoning his shirt. Trembling, she reached for his belt and closed her eyes before unbuckling it.
His pants slipped to the floor. She followed with his underwear—then stepped aside as he walked past her and sank into the warm water.
Just as she turned to leave, his voice stopped her.
"Did I ask you to leave?"
Selina halted.
"You're bathing… It's inappropriate for me to stay," she stammered.
"Says who?" he asked, tone unreadable.
Selina bit on the bottom of her lips, her palm felt sweaty about his intentions.
"Get in," he ordered, his husky voice low and calm.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, daring not to take a glance behind. She didn't want to get herself too dangerously close to him.
Selina understood that he was doing it so that he could toy with her dignity and conscience this time.
