Caesar's POV
So that's what this was about.
I knew she was running on fumes at this hour, so I decided to stop tormenting her. "Wait there."
I turned and headed for the walk-in closet, fully intending to grab the first set of pajamas I laid eyes on.
But the moment I swung the door open and my gaze landed on the section where her sleepwear and intimates hung, I felt my jaw tighten.
Her everyday clothes—the ones she wore outside—were always tasteful. Professional. Bordered on f*****g prudish.
But her home wear? That was an entirely different confession.
Sweet, innocent little sets. Playful prints. Soft cotton that probably made her look like a goddamn dream.
And now, apparently, she'd added a new category: pure, weaponized seduction.
My eyes locked onto a silk sl
