Chapter 33

Nathaniel stepped out of the shower, water droplets clinging to his toned physique. The black silk pajamas clung to his damp skin, his usually styled hair now falling in loose, wet strands that made him look years younger.

Harrison couldn't help but stare. The man was unfairly attractive.

His phone buzzed. Dominic's name flashed on the screen.

"Mr. Falcon, Dr. Sinclair agreed to meet tomorrow at the wellness center." Dominic's voice came through crisp and professional.

Nathaniel's expression remained unreadable. "Last time, the good doctor left without explanation. Tomorrow, I'll finally meet this elusive person."

A shiver ran down Harrison's spine. This was disastrous.

Nathaniel never forgot slights. Dr. Sinclair's previous cancellation had been noted, and now he'd get his answers.

"Going to shower?" Nathaniel's deep voice snapped her from her thoughts.

"Right." Harrison practically sprinted to the bathroom.

Nathaniel frowned, ending the call. Both Dr. Sinclair and Harrison seemed determined to test his patience. He towel-dried his hair before settling with some files.

"Nathaniel!" The honeyed voice floated through the door.

He set down his papers. That wasn't Harrison's usual sharp tone. It dripped with sweetness, like warm caramel.

The bathroom door cracked open, steam escaping. Harrison's damp face appeared, cheeks flushed pink from the heat. "Can I borrow a shirt?"

Nathaniel arched an eyebrow. "No sleepwear?"

She held up black lace lingerie. "Unless you'd prefer this?"

His expression went blank. Eleanor's meddling was obvious. He grabbed the nearest white shirt and launched it at her face. "Don't embarrass yourself."

The oversized fabric engulfed her completely.

Harrison yanked it off, glaring. With perfect aim, she smacked the lingerie against his chiseled face. "Maybe it'll look better on you."

The bathroom door slammed with enough force to rattle the mirror.

Nathaniel stared at the lace in his hands. Eleanor had certainly chosen... creatively. Without hesitation, he tossed it in the trash.

He'd barely returned to his files when the bathroom door clicked open.

Harrison emerged, drowning in his shirt. The white fabric emphasized her golden skin, the hem brushing mid-thigh. Her legs seemed endless.

Nathaniel swallowed. He'd been wrong earlier - Harrison's figure was perfection.

She ignored him, settling at the vanity. Bottles clinked as she applied skincare, leaving the air sweet with jasmine.