Emily’s POV

My heart stopped beating. The blood in my veins turned to pure ice, then exploded into blinding, atomic heat.

Daniel turned his head sharply toward the open doorway, his silver eyes wide with utter shock. He wasn't just shirtless—his dark trousers were completely unbuttoned and sagging at his hips, his muscular chest bare, his skin flushed and warm.

And right there on our king-sized bed, Charlotte lay stretched out across the white duvet in a skintight silk bra and matching panties.

When Charlotte saw me standing in the doorway in my sheer crimson lace, her eyes flicked over my body for a fraction of a second. Then, a...