Chapter 33

• He was a gladiator, the muscles on his arm rippled as he brought the damp towel to his hair, rubbing at his scalp furiously. Light sprinkles of water rained onto the carpet beneath his bare feet as he dried his hair. He had only a pair of long dark grey pyjama pants, and his upper body, still wet; glistened in the light that escaped from the bathroom, highlighting his broad chest and taut abs.
• “Hi,” she greeted him, settling the chilled bottle on the side table next to his pristine white bed. Around them, dimmed yellow light illuminated the room, creating a soft and sensual ambience.
• Amber walked up to him next, with both wine glasses balanced precariously in her hands. She made sure not to spill the precious liquid on the floor.