The bathroom door swung open with a sudden creak, and Yelena stepped out, the steam from her shower billowing around her like some kind of deliberate, seductive mist. My eyes flicked toward the movement—only to freeze.
Fuck.
The towel she'd wrapped around herself was barely more than a suggestion, tied just tight enough to cover her nipples—but only just.
The rest of her breasts were on full display, the fabric clinging to the curves of them as she deliberately arched her back, puffing them out just enough to make it impossible to look away.
The water droplets still glistened on her skin, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, her lips curled into a smirk that was pure, unapologetic temptation.
Claire, who had been curled in my lap, let out a sharp gasp. Her hands flew up to cover my eyes, her face flushing crimson as she whirled toward Yelena. "Bitch, what are you doing?!" she snapped, her voice a mix of outrage and embarrassment. "Quick, wear your clothes!"
