She walked into the bathroom wearing only a pair of black panties, her silhouette from behind beautiful in its curves, which the floor lights—dim and diffuse—made look even more lifted and her waist even slimmer.
Her two straight, long legs were as smooth and fair as cream.
One minute later...
Titus Zane walked out again, as bare as a newborn baby.
Passing by the silk bathrobe on the floor, she bent down, picked it up casually, and put it on, then headed for the phone and pressed the internal line.
Pressing it several times, it was busy every time.
Deciding to give up on the phone, Titus Zane got up and walked out of the suite.
The elevator stopped at the VIP floor, the doors opened, and Nathan Moore strode out with long steps.
His hands casually tucked in his trouser pockets, his laidback demeanor exuded captivating charm.
Passing by each guestroom, he headed towards his own room.
