Misha stops short when he sees me standing there. But surprise shifts to something much more heated when his eyes snake over the rest of me.
“You should be sleeping,” he says at last, his voice thick.
“Couldn’t sleep. I was a little hot in the robe.”
His eyes flicker down to my breasts, but he doesn’t let them linger. “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”
“It is, actually.” I spin around so that he can see my thong. “It’s so comfortable. Almost like I’m not wearing anything at all.”
I’ve never seen him look quite so uncomfortable. It’s a delicious tension. “What do you think of it?”
“Nice?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Paige,” he says on a taut exhale, “it’s the middle of the night. You should be sleeping.”
“I spend most of my days resting. Right now, I have a lot of… energy I need to wor
