As expected, it was Alen Sin! Vivian's face instantly pulled down. "What are you doing here?"
Without answering, the man reached up and unbuttoned his military jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair to reveal a heavily muscled chest that could barely be contained by his dark vest.
Vivian's cheeks burned a fiery crimson at the sight. "Go out! Get out right now!" She pointed a trembling finger directly toward the bedroom door, wanting absolutely nothing to do with him in her current state.
Alen completely ignored her frantic demands. He took a few slow, commanding strides forward until he was standing upright right beside the edge of the bed.
Vivian quickly yanked the thick quilt over her shoulders, wrapping herself up like a cocoon. Because she usually slept completely alone in her room, she hadn't been wearing much beneath the sheets.
He cast a deep, sweeping gaze over her rigid form, then turned on his heel and walked straight into the attached bathroom.
