Carlos's POV
The idea of Amara planning to surprise me by sleeping naked on my office sofa was the last thing on my mind as I heard the door handle turn.
Click.
I cursed under my breath. I'd forgotten to lock the damn door. With Grace lying half-naked on my desk, this was the worst possible timing.
Before Amara could push the door open, I yanked it from the inside, blocking her view with my body. My expression was thunderous—I had zero goodwill left for this woman.
Amara didn't seem to notice my hostility.
'She probably thinks I'm just having a bad day. After all, she believes I'm supposed to like her and tolerate whatever she does,' I could practically see the delusion in her eyes.
"What do you want?" My tone was razor-sharp.
