Roman only finally let Evelyn go after she agreed to pack his underwear for the trip. And worse—he stood there and watched her do it.

By the time she was done, Evelyn was certain her skin would start bleeding from how hard her cheeks had been burning all day. Roman hadn’t stopped teasing her, his eyes glinting with amusement every time she fumbled with a pair of briefs.

She’d always seen him as cold, detached, even in their most intimate moments. But this playful, relentless side of him was new. He had a talent for stripping away her composure, leaving her shy, speechless, and glowing with embarrassment. He seemed to...