Riley assumed Ford was feeling guilty and deliberately refusing to open the door. Just as she was about to actually kick it, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
Ford stood there with nothing but a towel tied around his waist, his gaze deep and steady as he looked at her. Water droplets slid down his firm chest—it was obvious he had just finished showering, dried his hair, and hadn't yet had time to dry off completely or put on clothes.
Riley was still fuming and didn't notice his state of undress at all. Besides, she was a model herself and had seen plenty of male bodies. When working with male models, exposed chests and abs were commonplace, so she was long used to it.
What she didn't realize was that, at some point, the male model she worked with most often had quietly become Ford.
The moment Ford opened the door, Riley stormed straight inside.
Standing there with a cold expression, she snapped at him,
"Ford, you're despicable!"
