Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 932

[Even though I'm a fan, let's try not to disturb them. I'm happy enough just seeing news about them online.]

The bathroom door clicked open just as Larissa was getting engrossed in the comments. A cloud of warm steam billowed out.

Larissa instinctively looked up, her eyes meeting Haskell's as he stood in the doorway. In that instant, her throat went dry, and she swallowed hard.

He looked completely different from the night before when he had emerged from his shower. Last night, Haskell had been wrapped in a loose bathrobe, looking dignified and elegant. Tonight, however, he had only a thin towel knotted around his waist, the fabric doing little to hide his powerful, well-built physique. He radiated an irresistible charm.

"Haskell, is this your idea of a blatant seduction?" Larissa asked.

Haskell, toweling his wet hair with a nonchalant air, simply raised an eyebrow. He feigned confusion. "What?"

Ugh, that innocent tone, those pure eyes. He was putting on an act. Again!

Larissa averted her gaze, deciding to play along. "Nothing. I was just admiring your towel. It's a nice towel."

With that, she lowered her head and went back to scrolling on her phone. If Haskell was going to this much trouble to entice her, he surely had a follow-up planned. But if he wanted to play dumb, she would too. It was a game of chicken to see who would break first.

Haskell, meanwhile, calmly began drying his hair with a hairdryer. The steady hum was like a feather tickling Larissa's already restless heart, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her phone.

"Do you even have to ask?"

Without another moment of hesitation, Larissa tossed her phone aside, shifted across the bed, and sat astride his hips. Her slender hands moved like vines, tracing the edge of the white towel at his waist.

"As lovely as this towel is, does it really compare to what's underneath? So, let's get rid of it. We don't want it getting in the way, do we?"

Haskell grinned, arching his hips to help her pull the towel away. The already charged atmosphere between them thickened, promising a night of passion.

What followed is best left to the imagination.