Chapter 45. Feeling vulnerable.

Stephanie Toussaint.

A pair of blue eyes stare at me intensely from head to toe… hungry… “Matt!”

“Stephanie? Were you the one who screamed all night?”

My eyes widen and I feel my face turn red with embarrassment. Instinctively, my hands go to my cheeks, forgetting that I was holding my towel. It falls to the ground, leaving me naked before his penetrating sight.

Matt looks at me from head to toe again and, in one motion, pushes me into the room and closes it. I quickly grab the towel and wrap myself in it again, absolutely embarrassed by everything.

His breathing is heavy, and his eyes are dark. He watches me like a predator looking at his prey, saying nothing. I clear my throat and say, “What are you doing here?”

He raises an eyebrow at me and walks over to where I am, slowly. For every step he takes, it’s a step I take back, as he says, “It’s my hotel, Steph. In fact, I live next door. I came here to ask you to leave because you didn’t let anyone sleep last night.”

I cover my mouth