She almost cursed from where she was digging her nails into her knees from the desk chair. The fucking nerve of this guy, to be so beautiful. He lingered in the doorway, holding her eyes. With every second that passed he was less and less adamant about avoiding her gaze, and it was throwing her into a whirlwind she could hardly take. She tightened his tuxedo jacket around her naked body, crossing her legs. “Clothes are in the wash. Should be done in about ten minutes or so. The heater is right next to the closet, so if I hang them right away, they should be dry by morning.” He shifted, his hand going to the knot in his towel. “Does the washroom not have a dryer?” Her eyes fell to that knot. “It was painful enough putting that beautiful suit in a washing machine. Drying it would simply be too much to bear.” “No need to be so diplomatic with a piece of cloth I’ll never wear again.”
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