Chapter 57

After their heated encounter, Giselle slipped into Donovan's bathroom to shower first. Warm water cascaded down her skin as she closed her eyes, replaying the scene from moments ago. Satisfaction lingered in her body, but a complex swirl of emotions tugged at her mind. Once she finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and wandered into his closet. Casually, she grabbed one of his shirts to wear as pajamas. She padded barefoot back into the bedroom and reached for the drinks the housekeeper had brought in earlier. Donovan lay on the bed, shirtless, his head resting against the headboard as he smoked, a familiar habit. His gaze naturally drifted to Giselle. His usual shirt looked massive on her small frame. It draped over her figure, just long enough to conceal the essentials but still revealing her shapely legs. The white fabric was thin—almost sheer under the light—and the outline of her curves teased beneath the material. His eyes darkened with desire. Despite what they had al