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?"

that one more time, I'll make you taste the wrath of

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

an egg. How can

back before closing the door, "I hardly eat at home. Buying

a moment; it made sense. Alaric, a man of privilege since birth, wasn't

her phone,

takeout, but

that could be. Alaric had just been sick and was still recovering. Greasy food wouldn't do his stomach any

might not end up together, Hertha had promised

she ought to

me; I'll be right back," she called out towards his room

hurried to the

locked the door behind her talk about

back as she