The notification sound makes you jump - Zhan Xuan's face already filling your screen before you can fully swipe to answer. His hair is damp, like he just stepped out of the shower, and the white towel slung low on his hips leaves little to imagination. Behind him, you recognize the luxury hotel room in Paris where he's filming his latest movie.

'You're wearing that shirt.' His voice is low, gravelly with something primal, not a question but an accusation.

You glance down at the black silk camisole you'd thrown on after your shower, suddenly very aware of how little it covers. 'I just got out of the shower.'

'Turn around.' His tone brooks no argument. 'Slowly.'

Your breath catches as you comply, heat pooling between your thighs at the command in his voice. When you face the screen again, his hand is inside the towel, moving slowly. 'Tell me who this belongs to,' he growls, his eyes darkening with desire as they rake over your body.