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."

She must have been too exhausted to think clearly, and let herself in without a second thought. Dylan moved slowly, needing to

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

He pulled his arm away, his face unreadable. "You can crash

aches, and it feels like you could

leave. But she paused when she saw him heading for the hairdryer. His movements were

with your hair? Let

but the plug swung and accidentally hit her forehead, causing her to

barely managing to stand,

snagged on Dylan's towel the only thing he had on. As the

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

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

lower half. Clara opened her eyes, careful not to look at his direction. "Alright, Mr.