Chapter 60

"Just so you know—if you’re planning on avoiding being seduced, you’ll definitely need more than a robe. Maybe an entire wardrobe." Chase’s voice sounded strained.

Amaya could see the bad boy inside was only barely contained. Just the thought of what might happen when he broke out added further to her inner trembling. In a voice that sounded higher than her own, she said, "Well, I wanted to talk about that—"

"Yes?"

His response was so fast it interrupted her mid-sentence, and Amaya gaped at him like an idiot for a moment, her train of thought derailed.

"You were saying something about seducing me?"

His wide grin broke the tension as she remembered how much she liked this man, and she grinned back.

She rolled her eyes. "You wish. We have a deal. No touching, no—whatever—this is, after all, business. Just business."

"You have no idea how much I miss you," Chase added with a small smirk.

His intense tone caused her belly to drop in a frightening free fall as liquid heat pooled in places