Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 126

However, she couldn't really say anything now; she was already inside, and it would seem overly dramatic to back out. She turned on the shower, and as the warm water streamed over her, she finally felt some comfort. But she was in Dylan's bathroom and didn't dare linger. She finished her shower in ten minutes and wrapped herself snugly in a towel.

Only then did it hit her that she had nothing to wear underneath. There was no way she could just stroll out like that. Clutching the corner of the towel tightly, she hesitated for a good ten minutes, unable to gather the courage to open the bathroom door.

Then Dylan's voice broke through the silence. "Why aren't you coming out?"

The water had stopped ages ago, and she stayed frozen by the door. After what felt like forever, she finally cracked the door open just a bit. "Mr. Dylan, where am I sleeping tonight?"

Her cheeks were rosy from the bathroom's heat, her eyes a bit misty, and though she had quickly blow-dried her hair, it still carried a hint of dampness. Dylan didn’t look directly at her. He gave a quick glance her way and then looked away.

Clara thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated, "Where am I sleeping?"

By now, Dylan had his back to her and pointed toward the sofa.

Clara clutched her towel, eager to ask why she couldn’t use the guest room, but she’s kinda scared. She wondered if Dylan really believed she was his personal sleep aid. If that was the case, she couldn’t refuse, especially since he was helping her out now.

Clara’s fingers instinctively pressed against the firmness beneath her palm, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

Dylan ran a hand through the damp hair hanging over his face, pushing it back to create a disheveled yet enticing look.

No woman could resist such a scene. Clara backed away several steps, her back hitting the wall.