Chapter 6

That bedraggled look told me more about the call than the forced smile on his face or the worried look in his eyes. “Everything alright?”

Kicking away his pants, he shrugged off his shirt and dropped it at his feet. The cuff of one sleeve brushed over the wine glasses before falling away. “Fine,” he told me, but the way he didn’t quite meet my gaze told me he knew I knew better.

He hooked his thumbs into his briefs and, with the complete lack of modesty only a seasoned lover could feel, pushed them down his legs. He stepped out of them and into the hot tub, the steam beading on his body like sweat as he sank down until the water covered his slim shoulders. “She’s fine,” he murmured, gliding towards me.