Jacqueline jumped to her feet immediately. She rushed to the cupboard and grabbed the pair of booty shorts Thérèse had given her. Pulling them on quickly, she snatched her shirt from the bed, slipped it over her body, and hurriedly fastened the buttons.
She reached for the door, ready to open it but stopped.
Damien was standing in the middle of the room, glaring darkly at the door as if it had personally offended him.
Biting her lower lip, she walked toward him. The whole situation felt painfully awkward. He had just given her one of the most incredible orgasms of her life, yet she hadn't even gotten the chance to return the favor.
He had already refastened his belt and buttoned his jeans.
"I… uh… I'm sorry," she murmured quietly, unable to meet his eyes.
"Your brother has the worst timing," he muttered under his breath.
A small smile betrayed her despite herself, and she shrugged faintly.
His eyes narrowed immediately.
