He gave her no chance to react or argue further.
The next second, her world spun.
Annelise Valentine felt his arm snake around her waist before he threw her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing!" she cried, her eyes flying open. She flailed her hands reflexively.
As her vision flipped, all she could see was his back—a landscape of smooth lines and chiseled muscle.
Somehow, he'd already stripped off his shirt.
His skin was fair, his back broad, his waist lean and powerful.
He looked like he was... skilled.
Seeing him walk toward the bathroom, Annelise Valentine lost her mind to fear and shame. Her nails dug into him without a second thought.
"Let me down!"
Angry red scratches instantly appeared on his back.
Jett Westgate grunted but didn't so much as pause. He didn't put her down, simply letting her leave her marks on his back.
He walked to the edge of the large bathtub and, with a release of his arm, dropped Annelise inside.
