After getting himself dressed, Henry Jefferson scooped up Giselle Lambert and carried her to the bathroom to freshen up.

Once he set her down, he leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her as she went about her morning routine.

Giselle detested his gaze, the blatant possessiveness it held.

Gritting her teeth around her toothbrush, she shoved Henry out and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her.

This was the first time anyone had ever dared ...