The Wrong Woman

Nathan's intense gaze met Mila's as he tenderly stroked her long hair. Anxiously pursing her lips, Mila asked, "Nate, how's the plan going?"

"Let's save that talk for the morning, alright?" His eyes lingered on her soft pink lips, a subtle tension evident in the movement of his Adam's apple.

"Okay," Mila replied softly. Her hand gently caressed his seemingly weary face. "You must be exhausted. How about a bath to relax? Then you can get some rest."

"I'm not tired." Nathan's voice was husky and his eyes were glowing like embers. "I'll take a shower. Wait for me."

Assuming he had something to share, Mila nodded. "Alright."

Nathan stood, shedding his jacket before placing his phone on the bedside table and heading into the bathroom.

Mila sat up to check his phone and found it dead. She quickly fetched a charger and plugged it in. Tidying up the bed sheets, she settled into the space he intended to sleep in, warming it for him.

echoed. Mila sat up eagerly and said, "Nate, I've warmed up the

Her words trailed off.

towel in hand, wiping his

bare, covered only by a bath towel wrapped around

waist, and muscular physique were breathtaking. His chest was firm, his abs clearly defined, and his V-line subtly

Nathan, fresh from

Mila's face flushed, her heart racing with a sudden shyness. She lowered her eyes and mumbled, "I... You should

further, almost hiding her chin

heart was pounding as she questioned, "Aren't

the last time he'd only worn shorts to bed, her cheeks had flushed

smile, Nathan lifted her chin to meet her shy eyes. "We already had a child, and I'm merely

You should rest." Ignoring her resistance, Nathan drew her closer and kissed her lips. "I'm