I spun around, my back hitting the cold tile of the shower wall. Ford was standing there, fully naked, the water slicking down his tattooed chest. He hadn't made a sound. He had bypassed the lock as if it were nothing.
I shoved against his chest, trying to move away from his iron grip. My hands slipped on his wet skin. "What are you doing in here, Ford? Get out!" I hissed, my voice a jagged whisper over the sound of the spray.
"I’m here to see you," he said. His voice was calm. It was the voice of a man who was used to taking whatever he wanted.
"You’re here to see me? In the bathroom? While I’m bathing?" I snapped. I tried to cover myself with my arms, but it was useless. He had already seen everything. My eyes betrayed me. They roamed down his body. He was massive. He was beautiful. A
