She raises a brow, a hint of amusement on her face as Raya’s dad walks in behind her, his expression rapidly going from relaxed to murderous when he sees my bare torso and notices the pillow in my lap. “Apologies,” I murmur, my voice steady. “I just got out of the shower. My hair just takes a while to dry.” I groan internally even as I force a smile. What the fuck did I just say? I’ve breezed through hundreds of high-stake negotiations, and this is what rattles me? “Shower, huh?” Raya’s father says, taking a step toward me.
