Snow Novel 58

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CHAPTER 58

~Zara’s POV~

I couldn’t help but giggle as I thought about how I’d tricked Storm into fleeing from Snow’s teasing earlier.

That smirk of his–it did things to me, things I couldn’t quite explain. But now, standing alone in the lavish bedroom, the idea of erasing that damned recording Snow had of me whispering things I shouldn’t have,

had taken root.

“Wait!” I said out loud to myself, pacing. “How about I just delete that embarrassing video before he uses it against me?”

I headed to Snow’s room, figuring he might have left his phone somewhere unattended. When I entered, he was nowhere in sight. I heard the faint sound of water running. Snow was in the bathroom, of course.

Perfect timing.

Immediately, my eyes scanned the room. No phone on

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the dresser, the bedside table–nothing.

But then I noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. I swallowed, nerves buzzing under my skin. The water’s steady rhythm was maddening, teasing me. Snow had no idea I was just a few steps away.

I crept toward the door, my pulse hammering in my ears. The bathroom was hazy with steam, and the mirror fogged, but there it was–his phone. Sitting on the sink like a gift, just within reach, wrapped in humidity.

With a sly smile, I crept closer. My heart pounded, half from excitement at possibly outwitting him and half from the thrill of being this close to a secret I shouldn’t have access to.

Gotcha.

Without hesitating, I slipped inside, moving silently over the marble floor. Thoughts of Snow surfaced in my mind, clouded with a dangerous level of attraction.

He was probably soaking in the tub, steam rising, droplets glistening on his tanned skin. What would it be like to run my hands down his chest, tracing every

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ridge of those rock–hard abs?

I shook my head quickly, slapping my cheeks lightly to refocus. Get it together, Zara!

I stepped further inside, barely noticing the bathtub and heat wrapped around me. I was laser–focused on the phone.

My fingers brushed its cold surface as I grabbed it without glancing at the shower. The water still ran–he was oblivious, I thought.

I swiped up. Locked.

Damn it.

I tried again, tapping uselessly. No luck. I needed his fingerprint or face. Frustration boiled over. I quickly placed the phone back on the sink, my hands

trembling as I wiped away any trace that I had touched

it. I half turned to leave when the door clicked shut

behind me.

Startled, I spun around and froze.

Snow stood there, not in the tub, but right in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel loosely slung around

his waist.

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Water droplets clung to his chiseled body, his skin glistening under the soft bathroom light.

My eyes trailed down his chest, over those perfectly sculpted abs, and down toward the V–shaped line that

led to his towel.

I swallowed hard.

Holy crap, he looks good.

I caught myself wondering what it would feel like to run my hands over him, to touch every inch of that perfect body. My mouth went dry, and before I could stop it, my lip quivered. Did I… just drool?

A chuckle rumbled from Snow’s chest. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, flexing his muscles deliberately, giving me a show.

This man is dangerous.

Our eyes locked, and Snow’s gaze darkened, his lips curling into that same condescending smirk he had worn earlier.

“Well, well,” he drawled in a low and dangerous voice. “What are you doing here, Zara?”

I swallowed hard. forcing a casual smile onto my face.

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“Oh, nothing,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though my pulse raced. “Just, um, looking for a towel.”

Snow arched a brow, his eyes never leaving mine. “A towel?” His voice was mocking, clearly not buying my excuse. “Is that all you were looking for?”

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, but I refused to back down. “Yes,” I snapped. “What else would I be looking

for?”

His smirk deepened, and he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming in the small space. “I don’t know.”

‘Just when I thought I couldn’t sink any lower into my

pit of embarrassment, Snow raised his other hand, revealing his phone.

“Maybe you were looking for something else… like this?” he asked, smirking.

I stiffened, my eyes widening just a fraction. How the hell does he always know?

Snow’s fingers reached out, gently trailing along my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “What were you planning to do with it, Zara?” he asked, his voice low

and intimate “Erase something perhaps?”

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I forced myself to meet his gaze, trying to keep my voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hand slid to my wrist, his touch firm but not painful. He leaned in, his warm breath hot against my ear. “You’re a terrible liar,” he whispered, his lips brushing my skin, sending a surge of unwanted heat through my body.

I pulled back, my heart racing. “I wasn’t trying to lie—”

“You were trying to cover your tracks,” he cut in smoothly, his eyes narrowing. “But you should know by now, Zara, nothing escapes me.”

My face flushed instantly, and I blinked, trying to shove all the sexy thoughts out of my mind. I quickly glanced over at the sink, realizing the phone I’d been eyeing wasn’t even his personal one–it was his work phone.

He released me, his gaze softening just slightly, but the intensity remained. “That silly thing,” Snow drawled, his smirk widening. “If you want to delete your little confession from last night, you’ll have to earn it.”