Page 13 of Grimm

He stared at her for a long moment, letting the seconds tick by. Maybe an answer would come to him if he waited long enough.

“You ask a lot of questions.” He pushed back the chair and stood, holding onto her until she had her feet planted on the floor. “You need a shower and some new clothes. I’ll take you upstairs and get you something clean to put on.”

He tugged her along.

“Who’s Ashley?” she asked as they climbed the staircase. “That’s who these belong to, right?”

His jaw tensed. “No more questions,” he ordered as they entered his room. “Get showered, and I’ll get clothes.”

“I was just—”

“Shower,” he snapped at her.

She shrank back and gave a brief nod. “Right. Shower.”

He left her to it and went to the adjoining room. Glowering at the door, he gritted his teeth and barged into the room he’d avoided for the last six months.

His ex-fiancée’s room.

Chapter 5

Whoever Ashley was, she had expensive taste. The dress William brought back into the room with him, along with a dark scowl, was worth more than her entire living room set at home.

“No more leggings?” Daniella asked as she studied the sheer material. With no undergarments, he’d probably be able to see her nipples clearly through the soft fabric.

“Not today,” he replied, disappearing into his closet. She hurried back into the bathroom to change.

The zipper on the side of the dress wouldn’t budge. She sucked in her breath as deep as she could, but it still wouldn’t move. The dress was just too tight. Dropping her hands to her sides in defeat, she stepped back from the mirror to look. Maybe it wouldn’t be noticeable.

Of course it was. Even without the zipper pulled up, the dress fit tightly over her breasts and stomach. It was her damn hips and chest—they were too wide.

“Uh.” She cracked the door and called out through the opening, “William. I need something else. Another T-shirt maybe?”

The door shoved her backward as he pushed his way into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” He swept his gaze over her as he assessed the situation. “Oh.”

Her cheeks burned hotter than the summer sun.

“I guess she was a bit skinny,” he muttered.

Who was she? Daniella wanted to yell, but he hadn’t let go of the scowl he’d brought back with him since coming from her room.

“And tall.” Daniella pulled up the skirt portion of the dress. The lace hem of the dress fell just below her knees.

He smirked. “Almost as tall as me.”

Seeing as Daniella’s head tucked easily under his chin while she stood next to him, she got the picture of how tall Ashley had been.

“The guys will be back soon with your own clothes. For now, just put on one of my T-shirts.”

She followed him to his closet where he flipped on the light and stepped inside.

“Holy shit.” She whistled. “My bathroom could fit in here.” She looked around at the long rows of shirts, jackets, and suits hanging along the walls of the small room. A padded bench sat in the middle of the space, surrounded by enough designer merchandise to open a men’s shop. He went to one of the drawers on the wall and pulled out a black T-shirt.

“It’ll be long enough to cover that ass of yours.” He grinned and tossed the shirt to her.

She caught it in one hand. “You aren’t really expecting me to walk around in just a shirt? I’ll put the leggings back on.”

He tilted his head. “No.”

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