Page 93 of Heartless Stepbrother
He just watched me.
Watched me take a slow lap around the room, studying the tub, the shower, the vanity—completely unaware of everything but the luxury swallowing my senses whole.
I nearly thanked him.
But then—
A flicker of something caught my eye.
A seam in the marble wall.
A faint line where the tile didn’t quite match the pattern.
A door.
Another door.
My heart tripped.
I stepped closer.
That wasn’t just any door.
It was…
“No,” I breathed, realization crashing into me.
Riley’s grin sharpened.
It hit me like a cue.
This wasn’t just my bathroom.
This wasourbathroom.
Shared. Connected.
One door to my room…
One to his.
My mouth went dry.
Completely, helplessly dry.
A cold prickle ran down the back of my neck, spreading like frost beneath my skin. My eyes widened before I could stop them, vision sharpening in that horrible, hyperaware way fear always brought. My pulse thudded against my throat, frantic and uneven.
“How did I miss that?” I whispered.
Riley pushed off the frame and took one slow step toward me, hands in his pockets, confidence radiating off him in waves.
“Because you were too busy being impressed,” he said.
I swallowed.
“And because,” he added, voice dropping into something warm and dangerous, “I wanted to see how long it would take you.”
He stopped beside me, close but not touching.
