The massive rainfall showerhead was dumping gallons of scalding water onto the black tiles, creating a deafening, roaring waterfall, but the air between Aria and Damien was somehow even louder.
Damien stood paralyzed. The water cascaded over his face, matting his silver hair to his forehead, but he didn't wipe his eyes. He just stared at the gorgeous, entirely naked woman standing defiantly in his private sanctuary.
His brain, usually capable of processing complex multinational mergers in seconds, completely short-circuited.
"Aria," Damien finally choked out, his voice cracking before he cleared his throat and forced it into his booming, authoritative CEO register. "What are you doing? Get out."
"No!" Aria shouted back over the crash of the water. She stood her ground, her face flushed a deep, beautiful pink from the heat of the steam and the sheer, glorious sight of his dripping physique. "We are going to talk!"
