Bella Acker's face flushed red as she pressed down on Damian Sinclair's hand, refusing to let go.
Damian buried his face against her neck, sniffed lightly, and said, "Let me nuzzle a bit."
"No… no way." Bella tried to put on a stern face. "You're soaked all over, go take a shower."
Damian sighed and let her go. "I don't have any clothes to change into."
"You go shower, I'll go find the housekeeper to get some for you." Bella immediately jumped down from the desk, pushed aside the curtain like she was fleeing, and ran out.
Damian leaned against the bookshelf, raising a hand to brace his forehead.
This stupid woman, after getting him all worked up, just walked off so irresponsibly. She wasn't even worried about leaving him pent up and ruining their future sex life.
"Pfft." Damian suddenly let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his handsome mouth curving up in a faint, pleased arc.
He just leaned there against the little bookshelf and pulled out his phone to call the old master.
