The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Alaric snapped back to reality and turned to look at her, only to find her staring at him with wide, round eyes, completely captivated.

There he was, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water trickling down from his hair, cascading over his chest and tracing the outline of his lean muscles, slowly making their way down and sketching every inch of his skin.

Hertha's gaze followed those droplets all the way down to the towel wrapped around his waist.

The path those droplets took left too much to the imagination, and Hertha couldn't help but click her tongue in awe.

Alaric, catching every bit of Hertha's expression, gave a roguish chuckle, "Looks like you're not quite done yet. Want me to unwrap and give you a better view?"

With that, he made a move to undo the towel around his waist.

Hertha took a deep breath, quickly regained her composure, and raised her hand to stop him, "Enough, Alaric. Unless you're aiming to be a eunuch, I suggest you stop right now."

Hertha made a cutting gesture with her hand that startled Alaric enough to make him halt his actions, chuckling, "Come on, it's not like you haven't seen it before. Why so shy all of a sudden?"

make you taste the wrath of my cooking!" Hertha threatened, glaring at

despair. "I'm gonna get dressed. Call us something to eat, will you? I'm starving." "What do

have an egg. How

room, shouted back before closing the door,

a moment; it made sense. Alaric, a man of

out her phone,

takeout, but then

that could be. Alaric had just been sick and was still

end up together, Hertha had promised they'd still

she ought

right back," she called out towards his room

anxious, hurried to the door only

she locked the door

Hertha's back as she