Roxy's POV

“Take it off.”

I had barely closed the door when Cain’s voice came out of the darkness. I stopped with one heel still in my hand. I was exhausted from the gala, and Daniel’s cologne lingered faintly on my shoulder, where he’d leaned in to say goodnight.

I rolled my eyes. “Hello to you, too. I take it you enjoyed the evening?”

“I’ve spent four hours watching Daniel touch you.” He walked toward me. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m not in the mood for small talk.”

I set my bag on the nearest chair. “You were the one who advised that I go through with this...