Chapter 373

Rosalind accused Everett of seeing her naked.

Everett met her gaze without flinching. "I didn't."

"Don't lie! Are you saying you didn't look at me at all?" Her voice turned sharp as a blade.

Silence. But his hesitation spoke volumes. Of course he'd looked - no man could resist that temptation.

Rosalind's delicate cheeks flushed crimson. The memory made her blood boil with equal parts fury and embarrassment. She'd thought it was Harrison entering the room, not him.

"What exactly did you see? What did you hear?" She pressed closer, curiosity burning.

Everett remained frustratingly silent.

She hated when he did this - shutting her out with that infuriating quiet. "Cat got your tongue?" she taunted.

Finally, he spoke. "You said you wanted a D cup..."

"Ah!" Rosalind shrieked, springing onto her toes to clamp a hand over his mouth. "Stop talking right now!"

Her sudden movement erased the space between them. Everett found himself staring into those luminous eyes - the same captivating gaze he remembered from their first meeting. Eyes that sparkled like sunlight dancing on water.

That stormy night when he'd accidentally saved her, she'd still worn that birthmark, but her eyes had been just as mesmerizing.

Everett gently removed her hand. "I wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't pushed."

Rosalind scowled. "I told you to shut up!"

With cool indifference, Everett turned toward the door. "Goodbye then."

She blocked his path, planting herself firmly in the doorway. "You saw everything! What are you going to do about it?"

Amusement flickered in his eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Rosalind considered for a beat. "If you saw me, then I get to see you. Fair's fair."

Everett blinked, clearly unprepared for this turn.

Emboldened by his arrogance, Rosalind grabbed the hem of his white tank top and started lifting.

His large hand stopped her instantly, pressing her hand back down. "Rosalind," he warned, voice dropping an octave.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, so you do know my name. I was beginning to wonder." She tugged at the fabric again. "I'm seeing all of you today."

As the fabric rose, tanned skin came into view - a stark contrast to her porcelain complexion. His body bore the marks of outdoor labor, all rugged masculinity.

Higher she pulled, revealing six perfectly sculpted abs. Rosalind's breath caught. Her gaze traveled lower, where his black pants hugged narrow hips, leaving little to the imagination.

Then she saw them - scars. Dozens crisscrossing his torso. Some fresh, others faded with time. How could one body hold so much pain?

Reaching out, she wanted to trace them -

Everett seized both wrists, pinning them against the wall. His muscular frame pressed close, voice a dangerous growl. "I only looked. I didn't touch."

Rosalind blinked, startled by his sudden proximity. His handsome face hovered mere inches away.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered.

Everett froze. Only then realizing their bodies pressed together, chest to chest. The tension between them crackled like live wires.