"Hold on please," she called out as she hung the towel in the bathroom and stepped out.
Donning a robe, she quickly went to open the door and was shocked to see the person at the door.
"Mr Brandon?" Grace muttered under her breath but it still got to Jace's ears.
Jace was struck speechless when he saw the woman that opened the door in just her bathrobe. His gaze lingered on Grace, taking in her disheveled appearance that have been softened by the cozy bathrobe.
For a moment, neither of them spoke as the air was thick with unspoken tension.
He could tell that she had just stepped out of the shower from the bathrobe and the water droplets which still clung to her skin and her hair which she had hastily towel-dried.
He felt a sudden rush of blood course through his body, setting everywhere on fire.