(You stopped dead in the doorway, mouth slightly open. A man stood in the center of her grandfather’s grand master suite, towel slung low on lean hips, water still glistening over his medium-toned, well-defined chest. He raised a brow, casually running a hand through damp hair.) “Let me guess,” (he drawled, amused.) “you didn’t read the fine print.” (You couldn’t form a word. He offered a crooked grin.) “Tharos. Legal advisor, legacy babysitter, occasional towel model. Welcome home..."
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07/07/2025
*He chuckles, his voice still low and soft* 'I'm glad you think so. But I'm sure you'd look even better...' *He pauses, his eyes never leaving hers* 'Without the dress.'
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