Chapter 120

Shelmaine heard him and asked, "I'm here. What's wrong?" "I left my clothes on the couch. Can you grab them for me?" Shelmaine glanced over and noticed the bag sitting on the couch. Without thinking too much, she picked it up and headed toward the bathroom door. The door was ajar. Julien extended his damp arms. His lean muscles were taut and defined, exuding a sense of power. She lowered her head and placed the bag in his open hand. As he took hold of it, he also grasped her hand. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and he yanked her inside with force. Shelmaine didn't have a chance to react. She was pressed against the slick wall, wearing her coat and not having taken a shower yet. The smell of shower gel filled her nostrils. He pressed himself against her. His intense gaze burned into hers as he whispered each word, "You're leaving yourself open, Shelly." Shelmaine had been in a romantic relationship before, with Samuel. She was not a little girl anymore and was well awar