She turned her head to look at me, those pink eyes searching my face. "You're good at this."
"At what?"
"Making the ridiculous sound reasonable."
I grinned. "One of my many talents."
She sat up slowly, reaching for the hem of her shirt. "Fine. But if this ends up on display in your room like some weird trophy, I'm using Wave Motion on your face."
"Totally fair."
She pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it at my desk. Her sports bra followed. I'd seen her naked more times than I could count at this point, but the sight still hit me like a freight train every single time.
"Stop staring and get on with it," she said, her cheeks flushing pink.
I activated Private Sanctum, and her room dissolved into the luxury suite I'd become familiar with. Forty-five minutes now at Bronze rank. Plenty of time.
