The man's low, husky voice was like a fine wine aged for millennia, exuding a bewitching sexiness.
"..." A vein throbbed on Seraphina Ashworth's temple. She knew it. Nothing good ever came from this man pulling her aside. If he made her change in here, she probably wouldn't be making dinner at all.
Anyone clueless enough to walk by would get the wrong idea about what they were doing in the room. She wasn't nearly as thick-skinned as he was.
Before Seraphina Ashworth could answer, Caden Reginald reached out, took the clothes from her hands, and tossed them casually onto the bed.
"What are you doing?" Seeing him reach for the sash of her robe, Seraphina Ashworth quickly clamped her hand over his.
'This guy can't be serious, can he?'
"Helping you change!" Caden Reginald replied, raising a cool brow as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"No."
