Idara
A completely naked, fully aroused man stood directly in front of me as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
“You should really put your clothes back on,” I whispered, deliberately dragging my gaze away from his body.
“No,” he replied simply.
I turned my eyes back to him—only to find he had already shifted to face the door. Without raising his voice, he spoke clearly,
“Denver, I want no one within twenty feet of my office. Especially the werewolves.”
My eyes widened. Denver—that must be the same man from before. That was his name.
How could he possibly have heard Mr. Chester from outside the door, standing so far away?
As if reading my mind, Mr. Chester said calmly, “We have excellent hearing.”
I gave a small, embarrassed nod and tried to pull myself t
