“Hold on,” I said, sitting up to reach for a towel. Before I could grab it, the door swung open. Darius carried in a silver tray laden with snack foods and wine. I crossed my legs and jerked my arms over my chest. He set the tray on the tiled ledge near my head and perched next to it, looking down at me. “You have a beautiful body, Reagan. You should allow me to appreciate it.” “No.”
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