Riley's body went completely rigid. A second later, Mrs. Gable's voice drifted through the door. "Riley, are you home?"
She immediately pushed Sebastian away gently, turning her head toward the door to answer, "I'm back."
"I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
"Give me a second!" Riley blurted out in a panic. The passion that had just reignited in her veins evaporated instantly at Mrs. Gable's words. She shoved the man who was currently kissing her neck and hissed, "Don't make a sound."
A flash of irritation crossed Sebastian's dark, smoldering eyes at having his moment interrupted. "Tell her it can wait until tomorrow."
"No, if Mrs. Gable is looking for me this late, it must be important." Riley was worried something might be wrong with Alora.
She scrambled out of bed, frantically scooping her clothes off the floor and throwing them on. As she dressed, she called out nervously, "Mrs. Gable, I just got out of the shower and I'm not decent yet. Give me a minute!"
She was terrified Mrs. Gable would just push the door open. If she saw the clothes scattered everywhere and the state Riley was currently in, how could she ever show her face again?
"Alright," Mrs. Gable replied from the hallway.
Propping his chin on one hand, Sebastian lay on his side, watching Riley's frantic, guilty scramble to get dressed. A slow smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
Once she was dressed, Riley quickly gathered Sebastian's clothes and shoved them all under the duvet. Seeing him watching her with an amused smile, she couldn't help but shoot him a glare.
She was dying of anxiety, and he had the nerve to laugh at her. "Hide!"
"Am I that shameful to be seen with?"
His voice was low, a seductive rumble, and a hint of mock grievance surfaced in his deep, swirling eyes.
Seeing this aloof, untouchable man suddenly act like this gave her a massive case of whiplash, making her heart skip a beat.
Especially since the duvet was only draped loosely over his waist, leaving his entire upper torso exposed. Across his sculpted chest were a few faint scratch marks she had left when she couldn't take it anymore—silent proof of exactly what they had just been doing.



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