He unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, the fabric sliding open to reveal a faint glimpse of his chest and the defined lines of his abdomen. His gaze drifted toward her wardrobe, surprise flickering briefly in his eyes.

“Can I use your towel?” he asked calmly.

“Uh… yes, sure,” Cleopatra stammered softly.

A faint, almost teasing smirk touched his lips before he walked to pick up the towel and headed into the bathroom.

Moments later, the sound of running water faded.

The bathroom door opened.

Calvin stepped out, a towel loosely tied around his waist, droplets of water tracing slow paths across his skin.

His gaze fell on Cleopatra....