That evening, Charlotte arrived at the door of Evander's hotel suite carrying several gift bags. She hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell.
A few moments later, Evander opened the door.
He had just showered. His hair was still damp, and steam seemed to rise from his bathrobe, carrying the scent of the hotel's high-end shower gel.
"These are for you," Charlotte said, holding out the bags.
He glanced down at them. "What's this?"
"A thank-you gift."
He raised an eyebrow. "A thank-you for what?"
"The Lowe family came to apologize today. I assume that had something to do with you?" After thinking it over, he was the only person who fit the bill.
Evander stepped aside. "Bring them in."
Charlotte had planned to just drop the gifts and leave, but as she turned to go, she was startled by the man suddenly standing behind her. She stumbled backward, bumping into the edge of a table and almost losing her balance.
With lightning-fast reflexes, Evander wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her securely into his embrace.
A wave of masculine warmth enveloped her. The clean scent of his shower gel mingled with a faint trace of coffee, filling her senses.
Her gaze accidentally fell on the surgical scar visible inside his robe before she quickly looked away. "Looks like you had the surgery."
He looked down at her. "Don't just look."
Charlotte's cheeks flushed. She instinctively tried to push him away, but he caught her hand and pressed it against his firm chest. The warmth of his skin sent a tingling sensation through her fingertips.
Evander watched the woman in his arms. Her eyes were lowered, her long lashes trembling like the wings of a startled butterfly, and a lovely blush colored her fair cheeks. She was still so easy to tease.
A barely perceptible smile touched his lips. "I'll let you touch," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.
His warm breath brushed against her ear, and her ears instantly turned bright red. She wrenched herself out of his arms, taking several steps back to put distance between them. "Who wants to touch you? I came to drop off the gifts. I'm leaving."

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