Chapter 136
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Chapter 136:
She leaned against the sink, her chest heaving. The phantom sensation of his hot, bare skin burned against her palms. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her operative discipline to crush the sudden, terrifying spike of physical desire in her blood.
She stripped off the bathrobe and the restrictive undergarments. She quickly washed her body under the scalding hot water of the shower, trying to scrub away the adrenaline of the gala and the lingering scent of Jarrod’s cologne.
When she stepped out, she pulled on his dark blue dress shirt.
It was massive. The hem fell to the middle of her thighs, acting like a short dress. The sleeves hung past her fingertips, forcing her to roll them up several times. The soft, expensive cotton smelled exactly like him—cedarwood and clean linen. Wearing it felt incredibly intimate, like she was wrapping herself in his physical presence.
She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and stepped out into the bedroom.
Jarrod was no longer sitting on the bed. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back turned to her. He had a phone pressed to his ear.
His voice was low, sharp, and completely devoid of the teasing warmth from a few minutes ago. He was barking a series of rapid, tactical commands to someone on the other end of the line.
Caroline stood awkwardly near the bathroom door. She didn’t know where to sit. The massive bed felt like a trap.
R𝘦a𝘥 𝘧𝗋𝖾𝘦 𝗻о𝘷𝖾𝗅ѕ 𝗼𝗇 g𝖺𝗅nо𝘷𝗲l𝗌.со𝘮
Jarrod ended the call. He tossed the phone onto the glass coffee table and turned around.
The moment his eyes landed on her, he froze.
Jarrod stared at Caroline standing in his bedroom, wearing his shirt. The dark blue fabric contrasted sharply with her pale, bare legs. Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders. The sight hit him with the force of a physical blow. It triggered a deep, primal wave of absolute possession in his chest.
He took a slow, heavy step toward her.
Caroline felt the sudden shift in the air. The atmosphere in the room turned thick and dangerous. She instinctively took a step backward, her spine hitting the wooden frame of the bathroom door.
Jarrod closed the distance. He stopped inches away from her. He lifted his hand. His long index finger reached out and gently hooked under the collar of the shirt, pulling the fabric slightly away from her collarbone.
“It looks better on you,” Jarrod whispered, his voice a dark, rough rasp.
Caroline’s heart hammered against her ribs. She needed to break the suffocating sexual tension before it completely swallowed her.
“Who were you on the phone with?” Caroline asked quickly, her voice trembling slightly.
Jarrod dropped his hand. His eyes cooled a fraction. “Security. I am locking down the perimeter of the building.”
Caroline swallowed hard. The mention of security brought the reality of their situation crashing back. She looked around the sterile, massive bedroom. A sudden, sharp question burned in her throat. Her operative paranoia mixed with a strange, unfamiliar twist of jealousy.
“Jarrod,” Caroline started, her voice tight. “This penthouse… have you brought other women here before?”
The air in the room instantly turned to solid ice.
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