“You don’t need to do—” Piper stopped. He’d undone half of the buttons, baring his upper chest. As she watched, the shirt parted even more, and she glimpsed his amazing abs. All of those gorgeous muscles.

He finished unbuttoning the shirt, and he slid it off his shoulders. She was still staring at his chest. His six-pack. Twelve pack?

“How much do you work out?” Oh, no. Her question had been out-loud. She had a tendency to blurt the wrong things to Eric. Story of her life.

He gave her a slow smile. Slow and toe-curling. He also held out his shirt to her. “Your turn.”

“What?”

“You don’t like the robe?” A shrug. “Go ahead and change. Here’s a shirt for you.”

She snatched the shirt from him. “I’m not changing in front of you.”

“Pity. But a guy can dream.” He shrugged. “Want me to turn my back? I mean, if the robe is bothering you that much, I can turn around and you can change, no problem.”

“Do you even know who left the robe?”

He cocked a brow. She took that to mean that, no, he had zero clue.

Ugh. “Just turn around.”

He spun around, giving her a view of his powerful back and muscled shoulders. Those shoulders—he’d been a great linebacker, back in the day.

She dropped the robe. It hit the floor with a flutter of silk. Piper still had on her panties and bra—white cotton, simple—and she hurriedly slid her arms into the shirt. Of course, the thing was huge, and it carried Eric’s crisp scent. Her fingers fumbled a little as she hurriedly buttoned the shirt. The garment covered more of her than the robe had, so she figured that was something. “Okay, I’m good.”

He slowly turned toward her. His gaze started at her head, then fell slowly down her body. “Far better than good.”

She was rolling up one of the sleeves. At his words, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Eric cleared his throat. “If the goal was to look less sexy, you totally failed. Sorry.”

“That wasn’t the goal.”

Now both brows rose. “You wanted to look sexier? Mission accomplished.”

Her cheeks burned. “I wanted something less…leftover.”

All humor left his face. “It won’t happen again. My apologies.” He turned on his heel. Headed for the door. “I’ll show you to the kitchen. You can eat anything you want.”

That was it? She took a step forward, then glanced at the robe. “What about—”

“Just leave it. You’re hungry. Let’s deal with that now. I’ll take care of the robe later.”

Okay. She hurried after him, double-timing her steps because the guy was moving fast. They rounded a few corners, headed down a hallway, and then—

“Century, kitchen lights on,” Eric announced.