Anna's lips twitched as she heard the naughty devil in her head practically drooling over Daniel. But she quickly dismissed it — the creature was becoming more distracting than her own reckless thoughts.
"No need," she replied firmly, her tone sharper than she intended. She shoved the swirling temptation aside and focused on keeping her composure.
Daniel's eyes gleamed with amusement when she suddenly reached for her drenched clothes and peeled them off. Standing now in nothing but her soaked undergarments, her curves traced in droplets of water, she met his gaze without flinching.
That sight alone was enough to make his restraint falter. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched — and the growing ache beneath his boxers betrayed just how little control he had left.
"Remember," she warned, her voice smooth but commanding, "you don't get to touch me. Or the deal is off."
