Director Caius successfully dragged me into his apartment. I dropped onto the couch, arms folded, while he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water echoed, and I tapped my foot impatiently. Boredom clawed at me until I finally stood up to leave—only to freeze when I turned and came face-to-face with him.

Dripping wet. A white towel hanging low on his waist. His chest glistened under the dim light.

“Oh my God…” Heat rushed through me in a wave. I fanned myself with both hands, tearing my gaze away.

But the moment I turned again, he was already standing right in front of me.

“Ah!” I yelped, stumbling...