The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 126

Zane rinsed her body clean again, pulled a fresh towel from the rack, and wrapped her up securely. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her out of the bathroom and set her down in front of the vanity.

The vibrator was still resting on the counter.

His shirt and trousers were completely soaked, clinging to him and hiding absolutely nothing of his condition.

Her face burned with deep embarrassment. Unable to look up, she whispered, "Mr. Whitaker, I can help you with..."

"No need," he replied softly. She was drunk, and he was terrified she would regret it.

Zane grabbed the hairdryer, turned off the main lights, leaving only the dim ambient lighting, and began drying her hair.

Now that the lust had peaked and subsided, all that remained was rationality—and a thick layer of awkwardness.

Zane gathered her wet clothes and left them by the door for the hotel staff to collect.

But since he was dripping wet himself and hardly decent to look at, he didn't wait around. He quickly retreated to his own room.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he let out a massive, ragged exhale.

This was the first time he had actually looked at her. The previous two times, the lights had been off.

That stunning contrast of pale skin and soft pink had nearly cost him his life.

He had been just one second away from unbuckling his belt.

Zane walked into his bathroom, ripping open the collar of his wet shirt. He stripped off the shirt, undid his belt, and kicked off his trousers.

He turned on the shower. Gripping the support bar with one hand, he hung his head, the veins in his neck bulging as his chest heaved violently...

His mind was completely consumed by that shade of pink and the indescribable sensation of her skin...

Ultimately, it was his own hand that rushed to give him the desperate release he needed...

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The next morning.

Elara woke up, sat up, and realized she was completely naked. She never slept naked. Panic seized her for a second before the memories of her glorious behavior last night flooded back.

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