Chapter 35

Angela POV

After dinner with Nathan, he drove me home. To avoid any tension between him and Sean, I didn't invite Nathan inside.

I walked through the door, but Sean wasn't anywhere to be found. He must still be with Christina, I thought. Or maybe he wouldn't be coming home tonight. Either way, I didn't feel like waiting around for him.

I pulled out my laptop and set it on the table, determined to finish up some work I needed to pass along to Emily.

As soon as I opened the spreadsheet, the door clicked open, and I heard footsteps. Startled, I looked up and saw Sean standing in the doorway of our bedroom.

He was only wearing a towel, his chest bare, water dripping from his damp hair onto his bronzed skin. A bead of water slid down his chest, catching the light as it moved lower, tracing the muscles in a way that almost hypnotized me.

I couldn't help but stare. It was impossible not to. He looked so effortlessly tempting, like something out of a dream. No wonder so many women at the office were drawn to him.

"What's the matter? Am I that good-looking?" he teased, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "You look stunned."

"Who's staring at you!" I snapped quickly, my face flushing. I tried to focus, but my heart was still racing. "Why didn't you knock before coming in?"

He didn't even flinch, walking over casually. "This is our bedroom," he said with a shrug. "Why would I need to knock?" His eyes flicked to my laptop screen, and his lips curled into a mocking smile. "Isn't Nathan helping you? Why do you still need to bring work home?"

I clenched my teeth, frustration rising. "I didn't finish it during the day," I muttered, trying to focus on my task.

"Then just do it tomorrow," Sean said, his voice dripping with annoyance.

I glanced up at him, his tall frame looming by the bed. There was an air of arrogance to him that I couldn't ignore. After his shower, the scent of body wash lingered in the air, clean and fresh. Still, his expression was off-he was upset, annoyed, even.

He was upset that I had interrupted his rest.

I sighed, shutting my laptop. "I'll go work in the study," I said, trying to give him space.

But as soon as I moved, he stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

"Was the time at the office not enough for you to finish your work?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Or is there something more important that's making you slack off?"

I raised my eyebrows, caught off guard. "What do you mean?"

Sean didn't answer immediately. Instead, his gaze hardened. "How was your chat with Nathan?"

And just like that, everything clicked. I understood what was going on now. It wasn't about work. It wasn't even about me interrupting his downtime.

It was about his stupid male pride.

I didn't want to deal with this right now, so I tried to push past him, ready to walk away.

But before I could get past, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. Before I could protest, he pressed me down onto the bed, his grip tight and unyielding.

"Sean, what are you doing?!" I gasped, my heart pounding as I struggled beneath him.

He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and his knee on my legs. His body pressed against mine, and I could feel his warmth, the dampness of his skin clinging to me. I tried to pull away, but his hold was too strong.

"Stop moving," he murmured, his voice dangerously calm. "You're going to knock off my towel..."

I froze. It hit me then-Sean was barely covered, his towel hanging by a thread, his arousal growing with every movement I made.

"Pervert!" I yelled.

I bit into the hard muscle of his arm, hoping to make him release me.

His arm was like stone.

"Let go!" I spat, still trying to break free.

Sean winced slightly, his face tightening in pain.

"Angie, let go of me!" he growled, his grip tightening.

That name. The way he said it made something inside me shift-a memory of a time when things were easier between us. It had been so long since he'd called me that.

The sound of it almost made me crumble.

I finally loosened my grip, but before I could do anything, Sean grabbed my chin and forced my face to turn toward his. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, as his breath came heavy.

The taste of blood lingered in my mouth, heat rising to my cheeks.

Sean looked at the mark on his arm, a wicked smile curving his lips. A deep, mocking laugh rumbled from his chest.

"Biting so hard, Angie... do you even have a heart?"

"Then let me go," I glared at him, anger bubbling up.

"It was just dinner with Nathan. Why are you so angry? Are you jealous?"