Brian's eyebrows shot up in playful surprise as he scanned their surroundings.

"Why not? Whenever suits you."

Their floor was shared by just two apartments. One was his; the other. her sanctuary. They were alone.

“Watch me," Rosalynn retorted, tilting her chin up defiantly as her hand sought the button of his shirt.

Brian's grin took on a mischievous tilt.

"By all means."

With a scornful smirk, she yanked his shirt open, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest. The cool air hit his skin, and his grin widened.

Brian's arms encircled her slim waist, pulling her closer.

"Love, you're adorable when you're all ruffled up.”

Rosalynn's heart stuttered, but she shrugged it off, stepping out of his embrace.

Her gaze flickered downward as she added, "And the pants too."

Speechless, Brian stared at her. She really had it in for his outfit, didn't she? Was it all because it bore traces of Selina’s perfume?

Despite the oddity, a sense of satisfaction filled him, knowing that her jealousy sparked this defiance.

“Go ahead," he said, offering her a teasing nod.

Rosalynn's hand moved to the buckle of his belt, a provocative smile tugging at her lips as she unfastened it

The unexpected cool touch made Brian's breath hitch momentarily.

His eyes, shadowed with intrigue, flickered with curiosity.

"Darling, are we really doing this here?”

Rosalynn fell silent. She was simply aiming for a little playful punishment, not some tantalizing game. His knack for turning tables was exasperating.

Suddenly, the door from the opposite apartment swung open. Maggie burst out, clutching her bag. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of Brian's half-naked form and Rosalynn standing there with his belt in hand.

“Rosalynn! Mr. Hughes!" she called out.

Rosalynn felt her face heat up. She wished the floor would swallow her whole.