Evelyn stepped out of the closet with a pair of her clothes in her hand.
She came face to face with Zayne who'd just stepped into the room, his computer in his palms.
She looked like she'd just freshened up, dark hair loose to her bottom and very much still wet. She was gazing at him, green eyes bouncing as they ran up and down his frame.
The mischief in those eyes—the moving of her mouth, he knew she was going to say something and it wasn't going to be good.
But that didn't bother him. No, what bothered him was just how good she looked. He liked looking at her, and every day, it felt like she got…would he call it prettier?
Evelyn was beautiful. Slender in all the right ways, with those big green eyes of hers that complemented her dark hair that almost appeared dyed even though it wasn't.
Such a shame she was a brat with a capital B.
And there came whatever she was about to spill—
