Three minutes later, Chloe appears in the kitchen in a bathrobe. It’s the robe Rose puts in all the guest bathrooms. It’s one size fits all and it swallows Chloe up. She looks like a giant marshmallow. Good. I think I’ll lose my mind if I have to see any of her soft, creamy skin right now. I’m sure the bath water has made it warm and pliable.

She takes the seat where I’ve put a place setting for her and sets the napkin in her lap.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize you were waiting for me to come,” she says.

“I didn’t either.” I pick up my fork and start eating.

Chloe’s mouth opens wide with surprise, but then her eyes shift to her plate and she fills it with a bite of food. Those lips closing around her fork threaten to make my dick hard again. This is going to be a problem.

I usually like to taste my food. Enjoy what Dimitri has prepared, but tonight I shovel everything down in two minutes and excuse myself. I grab my laptop from my desk and head for my bedroom. With Chloe adding it to her list, the study is no longer a safe space, and with the way I’m feeling tonight, I need to be alone.

In my bedroom, I drop into the chair by the window and open my computer. But work is not enough of a distraction and eventually my mind wanders back to Chloe.

I wonder how I’m going to navigate this new living situation, how I’m going to keep things professional with Chloe—keep my hands to myself—but most of all, I wonder if Chloe finished.

* * *

The next morning, I don’t expect to see Chloe. She was adamant that she would be walking to work, and I was glad to hear it. I like the routine of checking emails and going over my daily schedule on the drive to the office. I don’t need Chloe’s presence distracting me from my morning routine.

Marcus is about to pull away from the curb when Chloe comes running down the steps.

“Wait!” I hear her call.

I have half a mind to pretend I don’t hear her, but Marcus is much nicer and hits the brakes.

Chloe flings open the door.

“Hi. Sorry,” she says, out of breath. “I’m running late.”

The ivory lace bra peeking through the buttons on her blouse catches my attention. So late apparently that she forgot to button her blouse.

With a clenched jaw, I pull my gaze away from Chloe’s cleavage. “You missed a button.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She looks down, a blush coloring her fair cheeks before she scrambles into the car. The height of the SUV gives her momentary pause before she uses the handle by the door to lift herself up.