Sophie’s POV

I had expected a loose young boy or a very old man to be in the room, but to my greatest surprise, this time I'm wrong.

Before me standing is a huge man, handsome and well-built, with a towel wrapped around his torso. His hair, which is damp wet, with water dripping from it down to the sides of his cheeks, makes him look more handsome and yummy.

I can't deny he felt that I had hit some sort of jackpot today. This time I might not be so irritated after all. Maybe luck had decided to shine on me.

"Come in," his deep voice calls out to...