**[Why the sudden change of heart?]**
**[You were right. Love is fragile. I regret everything.]**
**[Elise, congratulations on finally waking up. My company welcomes you anytime. But I hope you make a clean break with the past.]**
I inhaled sharply and shoved the bathroom door open.
Panic flashed across Thomas's face, but he smoothed it over with a practiced lie. "Hazel doesn't know how to use our hair dryer. I'm teaching her."
My gaze landed on Hazel. Her bra strap had slipped down her arm—identical to the lace underwear Thomas had held earlier.
His collar gaped open. Another button was missing from his white shirt.
The tenth ruined shirt.
It happened sooner than I expected.
"Does teaching her to use a hair dryer require unhooking her bra?" Ice dripped from every word.
Caught, Thomas grabbed my arm and yanked me fully into the bathroom, kicking the door shut. His voice dropped to a menacing hiss.
"Keep your voice down. Hazel is a student. You ruin her reputation, and we have a problem."
I stared at him, incredulous.
I thought being caught would bring shame. Guilt. Instead, his first instinct was to protect his mistress.
"She did the deed, but she's afraid of the reputation?" I scoffed.