Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 29

Clara found herself back at the hotel tonight, once again lounging in Dylan's suite. She'd taken his room card with her when she left home that morning. After a grueling day tangled up in real estate dealings, she swiped the card and entered, too worn out to question anything.

She sank into the sofa, stifling a yawn. In her sleepy haze, she heard the sound of running water from the master bathroom. Looking up, she spotted Dylan.

There he was, drying his hair with only a towel wrapped low around his waist. He wasn't in his wheelchair now. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, though his steps were painstakingly slow.

Clara snapped out of her daze and jumped up from the sofa. Dylan stood still, casually running the towel over his hair, glancing at the door, probably wondering how she'd gotten in.

It was the first time she'd seen him with his chest bare. Water droplets trailed down from his neck, tracing the firm lines of his torso before disappearing beneath the towel. She quickly looked away. "Oh, Mr. Dylan, fancy seeing you here."

"This is my room."

a flush of embarrassment. She must have been too exhausted to think clearly, and let herself in without a second thought. Dylan moved slowly, needing to brace himself against the wall or furniture. Yet, his

steady him by the arm. "Sorry, I'm just wiped out tonight. I'll get

Dylan's skin, cool from the recent shower. He pulled his arm away, his

When you're really tired, your mind aches, and it feels like

didn't want her help, she decided not to push it, turning to leave. But she paused when she saw him heading for the hairdryer. His movements were

help with your hair? Let me get that for

the plug swung and accidentally hit her forehead, causing her

in rehab and barely managing to stand, was knocked back onto the

process, her clothing snagged on Dylan's towel the only thing he had on. As the towel was

shut. Even catching just a glimpse, she couldn't help but

saw her eyes squeezed shut, turned his gaze aside, and rigidly braced his arm against the bed. "Get

half. Clara opened her eyes, careful