The moment Eloise stepped out of the bathroom, the warm towel wrapped snugly around her body, she didn't look at him. Not even a glance in Luciano's direction. He was still there, standing in the hallway, leaning slightly against the doorframe like he owned every inch of the space. She pretended he didn't exist.
Of course, Luciano had no intention of being ignored. He was a man who occupied space by divine right, and he certainly wasn't going to let her silence stand.
"Paloma," he said, his voice low, teasing, familiar in the way it made her stomach twist, "I just wanted us to even the score. You don't have to act shy. You didn't even see anything explicit."
Eloise froze mid-step, the air leaving her lungs in a sharp puff. She turned her head slowly, her grip tightening on the knot of the towel above her breasts.
