“By all the Fae of the Glen,” Caden growled, stalking across the distance that separated them. “The woman’s determined to drive me mad.”
She’d seen him. She held up one hand as if to stop him, the other clasping the top of the drying cloth, keeping it from slipping any lower than it already had.
“I can explain.” Her words tumbled out breathlessly.
“Truly? The bathhouse disna appear to be on fire, so I canna think of any acceptable reason for you to be parading about, yer body exposed as it is.”
“You know what? I don’t have to explain anything to you.” She twirled, giving him her backside as she started toward the keep.
And a very nice backside it was, clearly outlined with only the thin drying cloth as covering.
Caden started to turn away, to allow her to make her own way back to her room. But then she stepped on something.
“Dammit!” Ellie halted, balancing on one foot.
The cloth she still held with one hand parted as she lifted her other foot to examine her sole, slowly revealing more and more smooth white skin. Her calf, her knee, her thigh…
“Absolutely riveting from start to finish.”