Sophia refused calmly, "I'll take a bath in my own room."

Christopher, undeterred, grinned slyly. "Do you want me to help you bathe?"

"No," she said flatly.

"All right, all right, then you go ahead and wash up. I'll come by to see you later."

Sophia knew exactly what was going through his mind. As soon as the elevator reached the second floor, she stepped out. "Goodnight, Mr. Adams," she said with a forced smile.

Christopher's eyes were practically gleaming with ...