He just stood there, neither taking the coat or uttering a word.
It made her wonder… if he liked anything he saw…
The lewd thought made her entire face heat up.
"Good night, Lady Whitmore." He said, taking the coat out of her hands and leaving in the next breath.
She watched him disappear through her doorway, closing it after himself quietly.
What had just happened?
More importantly, what had she done? She had just succeeded in chasing him away. So much for being 'friends'.
She sat there in her wet garments for a while before summoning the will to get up and head to her dresser.
His face had been completely unreadable…
Only Theodore von Virchow could keep a straight face when an unclothed woman stood before him…
Was it because of the absence of his parts or was he just averse to women physically?
After changing into her night gown and drying her slick hair as much as she could, she blew out her candles and climbed into the bed.
What a night…
