Clare POV:
Why didn't I close the damn door?!
I sank lower into the tub so fast I nearly inhaled bubbles, arms instinctively crossing my chest even though the foam already hid everything important. Blaze walked in like he owned the place—which, well, he probably did—with that insufferable, smug, too-handsome-for-his-own-good smirk.
"Don't even think about it," I warned, voice sharp, cheeks burning.
He just leaned against the doorway, smirk widening.
"Too late."
Yep. Knew it was too good to be true.
Blaze.
Wearing that same stupid, sinful smirk.
Leaning casually against the doorframe like this wasn't weird at all.
"Ever heard of knocking?!" I snapped, sinking until the water lapped right under my chin.
"If I knocked, you'd have time to hide," he said with a wink. "Besides… you didn't close the door. Kind of your fault."
"I didn't think I had to! I thought maybe the vampire with a trillion-dollar suite would give a girl a little privacy."
