Page 13 of Selfish Suit (Steamy Latte Reads Collection #1)

THE CEO

DOMINIC

I ’m standing under ice-cold streams for the third time tonight.

This time, when I step out, I won’t let a single thought of Ivy cross my mind. I’ll get over the fact that I let the sexiest woman in Manhattan stay in my condo temporarily, and I’ll get at least an hour of sleep.

I’ve handled harder obstacles. I can handle this one.

With my plan resolved, I turn off the water and step onto the floor.

I wrap a towel around my waist and head into the kitchen.

Fuck.

Ivy is standing on her tiptoes, reaching for something in a high cabinet.

Wearing only a T-shirt and socks, she undoes my resolve in five seconds flat.

I tell myself I’ve handled worse. That this is nothing.

But watching her like this—bare legs, messy hair, one hand bracing the counter—says otherwise.

“May I help you with something?” I ask.

She freezes, then glances over her shoulder.

“I was just looking for the hazelnut syrup,” she says. “For my coffee.”

I walk over and open a different cabinet, pulling out the bottle.

“Anything else?”

“For you to put some clothes on while I’m out here working.”

I don’t give her the satisfaction of a reply. Just turn and walk.

I head back to the master suite, step under another cold stream, and already know what I’m doing in the morning.

Tracey’s going to have to make Ivy’s apartment search move at the speed of light. Two weeks, max.

She’s not staying here longer than that.