Bruno, now alone in the living room, took some steps back in shock until he was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. 

But his mind was betraying him, spinning a vivid and seductive scene that he wished could have happened minutes ago.

He imagined Beauty walking slowly down the stairs, the towel still clinging to her damp skin, her steps were sexy. Water droplets from the shower tracing the slope of her collarbone, down the valley between ...