Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Chapter 83.

"Fuck," he practically groans.

I glance at him, confused. "What?"

He exhales sharply, like he’s trying to get a grip on himself. "I honestly didn’t think there was any way you could look hotter than you already do."

I stop.

"What?"

"Butt naked," he adds, his voice rough, "and wet. Fuck!."

The words register all at once and I look down at myself, I am butt ass bnaked.

Fuck! Fuck!!!!

I scream and grab the nearest pillow off the chair and hurl it straight at his face.

"Get out!" I yell. "Get the fuck out of the room right now!"

He catches the pillow easily, laughing under his breath as he backs toward the door.

"Relax," he says. "I’m going."

"I mean it, Zane! Go!!"

"I can tell." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He tosses the pillow back onto the chair and turns to leave, still amused, which only makes me angrier.

As he reaches the door, he glances over his shoulder. "Get dressed and come downstairs little spitfire. Dinners ready."

Then he’s gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

I stand there for a second, heart pounding, water still dripping down my legs, absolutely mortified.

"Idiot," I mutter to myself, slapping my forehead a few times.

I rush to the bed, grab a towel, and wrap it around myself tight, like that’ll undo what just happened.

My face is burning red.

———

Zane’s POV

Thirty five minutes later, Elaine comes down the stairs.

I don’t need to look up right away to know it’s her, the sound of her footsteps is different from everyone else’s. Lighter.

When I finally lift my head, I don’t expect what I’m seeing.

She’s wearing my clothes and holy fuck!! It’s hot as hell seeing her in my t-shirt.

A shirt that definitely didn’t belong to her yesterday hangs off her shoulders, with the sleeves rolled up.

I should be annoyed.

I am annoyed.

But it’s hard to summon real anger when she looks like that, standing halfway down the staircase, one hand gripping the railing, and her eyes scanning the room. I shift my weight trying to hide my cock tenting in my pants.

She hesitates for a second when she sees me.

It’s subtle. Anyone else would miss it but I don’t I see the way her shoulders stiffen and the way her chin lifts jus a fraction.

She keeps walking anyway.

I lean back in my chair and watch her cross the room. Not like I’m tracking her. Just enough to notice the details she probably thinks no one pays attention to.. The faint tension in her posture. The way her fingers fidget with the hem of the shirt like she’s grounding herself

She stops at the counter, reaches for a glass, pours herself water without asking.

Good.

At least she’s stopped acting like a guest.

She snorts despite herself. "You’re not offended."

"No," I admit. "But I’m curious."

She glances at me again, something unreadable flickering across her face, then looks back down at her plate. "Curiosity will kill you one day."

I smirk faintly. "That’s mostly Unlikely."

She huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head, and for a moment the tension eases.

I stand, push my chair back, and walk toward the counter, stopping beside her instead of across from her. I don’t crowd her, I don’t touch her either. I just exist in her space, close enough that she notices.

Her shoulders tense again.

"You done?" I ask

She nods. "ol No why.?"

"Nothing. Nothing wife."

She eyes me then goes back to her eating.

I watch her stand, carry her plate to the sink and rinse it when she’s done with her food.

When she turns back toward me, her expression is guarded again, but softer than before.

I tilt my head slightly. "Cat got your tongue?"

She scoffs. "You really enjoy pushing buttons."

"I enjoy honesty," I correct.

She studies me for a long second, then shakes her head. "You wouldn’t know what to do with it if you got it."

Maybe.

She walks past me toward the hallway, my shirt hanging loose around her frame, and for reasons I don’t bother unpacking, I let her go without another word.