Victor stopped teasing her when he saw her flustered expression and handed her the IV bag.
He bent down, slid his arms beneath her knees, and effortlessly scooped her up before carrying her straight into the bathroom.
Once inside, he set her down in front of the toilet, then hung the IV bag on the wall hook.
“Thanks,” Isadora muttered awkwardly.
Victor double-checked that everything was set up, then straightened up, his tall frame casting a shadow over her.
She hesitated, then added, “Could you… step outside for a minute?”
Victor looked utterly unbothered, almost amused. “Really? After everything I’ve seen, you’re still shy around me?”
Just because he’d seen her body didn’t mean she wanted him standing there while she peed! Isadora felt her nerves coil so tight it made her belly cramp.
“Just go, please,” she said, her voice tense.
But Victor didn’t budge.
Isadora squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks burning, and blurted out, “I can’t go if you’re standing there!”
Overhead, she heard the low, sexy rumble of his laughter.
Only then did Victor deign to step away, his movements slow and deliberate as he left the room.
Before the bathroom door closed, his teasing voice floated back: “Try not to fall in, all right? I’m not giving you a bath if you do.”
As if she’d ever let him! Isadora huffed, yanked down her pajama pants, and sat. The relief was almost instantaneous.
Once she’d flushed, Isadora stood on one leg, bent to pull her pants back up—
—and just then, the bathroom door swung open.
She froze, mortified, pants around her ankles. For a split second, she was just grateful she’d remembered to flush.
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It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....