Summer’s face burned. Her heart skipped for reasons she refused to acknowledge. Flustered, she turned her head away and stammered, “W-why are you showering in the morning?”
Fraser casually wiped his hair, his deep eyes glancing at her, amusement flickering at the corners of his lips. “Who said I couldn’t?”
“N-no, I just meant… put some clothes on!”
His voice held a lazy chuckle. “Ms. Stewart, that’s quite distant of you. You were all over me last night.”
Summer was speechless.
How could he be this shameless? What did he mean she was all over him? Wasn’t he also biting her all over last night? Her body was still covered in the evidence!
Just thinking about it made her muscles ache all over again.
She clenched her fingers, forcing herself to stay calm.
She and Fraser may have been physically intimate, but in reality, they were still strangers.
This was just a one-night stand.
Passionate at night, strangers by morning.
That was how it worked, right?
Fraser studied her lowered lashes, the way her dark eyes were hidden beneath them. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if lost in thought.
He raised a brow. “What’s wrong? You sleep with me once and now you’re acting like we’re strangers?”
With that, he tossed his towel into the laundry basket and casually pulled on a plain white T-shirt.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Fraser opened it.
A servant stood outside, holding a neatly folded dress. “Mr. Graham, Ms. Stewart’s clothes have arrived.”
Fraser took them and shut the door.
Turning back to the bed, he placed the clothes beside Summer with an easy, natural familiarity.
“Your dress was ruined yesterday. I had this prepared for you.”
As he leaned in, the fresh scent of his shower filled the air.
Summer caught a glimpse of the dress – along with a matching set of black lingerie on top.
Her face instantly flushed.
She curled her toes, overwhelmed with the sudden urge to disappear into the floor.
This man’s presence was way too overpowering.
Was this what it felt like to sleep with someone and wake up the next morning?
Even when she had been with Trevor, her heart had never raced like this.
Summer swallowed, her throat dry. She forced herself to focus. “W-we’re even now.”
Fraser leaned down, tilting her chin up with two fingers, his gaze locking onto hers.
“Are we?”
Summer clutched the blanket and scooted back. “It’s only fair. I slept with you, you slept with me. So we’re even.”
Fraser couldn’t come after her for this anymore.
Fraser withdrew his hand, his fingertips still holding onto the warmth of her skin. With one hand in his pocket, he stood over her, watching her quietly with his dark, unreadable gaze.
“Go shower, then come eat.” With that, he turned and walked out.
Only after he left did Summer pick up the dress.
One look, and her face twitched.
It was a deep purple, form-fitting dress, embroidered with sprawling rose patterns. The material was silky, high-end, and obviously expensive.
She had never worn something this sultry and bold before.
Trevor had always preferred her in simple, pure-looking outfits.
But the truth was, she had never liked that style. She hated looking innocent and delicate because it only made it easier for Margaret Stewart to bully her.
Still, she had endured it for Trevor. Back then, he was the most important thing in her world.
Looking back, she had been a complete fool.
I’m not going to be a lovesick fool anymore.
She shook off her thoughts and tossed aside the blanket, revealing her pale skin – now covered in dark bruises and marks. A clear testament to just how little Fraser had held back last night.
After she showered, she got dressed.
The underwear fit her like a second skin.
Summer froze. How did Fraser get her size right in just one night?
She barely even knew his size… only that it was big. Very big.
…
She shook the heat from her face.
It was only human to relive a night like that, especially with a man like him.
Brushing off her thoughts, she quickly got dressed, freshened up, and stepped out of the bedroom.
The villa had a grand, Z-shaped staircase. Because of the way the dress hugged her curves, Summer walked down a little more carefully than usual.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fraser looked up from his phone.
The second he saw her, a flicker of surprise flashed across his eyes.
His taste was excellent.
Summer was tall and slender, her long, slightly curled hair framing her delicate features. Her bright, clear eyes were striking, and even without makeup, her complexion was smooth and fair.
The dress gave her a regal, elegant air – more confident, more refined than ever before.
Leaning back lazily in his chair, Fraser tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, watching her silently as she walked down.
He wondered what her reaction would be if she knew the exact thought running through his mind right now – how much he wanted to rip that dress off of her.
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
Feeling his deep, heated gaze locked onto her, Summer tugged at the hem of her dress.
It wasn’t short, but the high slit meant that every step she took revealed a fleeting glimpse of her long, pale legs.
She frowned. “Is there something on my face?”
A trace of warmth flickered in Fraser’s dark eyes. “You look good in that dress.”
Summer wasn’t unused to compliments.
Men had told her she was beautiful countless times before.
But Fraser’s simple “not bad” made her ears turn slightly red.
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