In an instant, Whitney’s gaze trailed down the chiseled collarbone of the man before her, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and a hint of desire she could not quite conceal.

He seemed to relax, noticing her stare.

Damn it.

Not only did this guy have a face to die for, but his physique was the epitome of rugged charm. Broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist, each muscle in his abdomen as defined as if it were etched in stone. And those legs–long, firm, and peeking out from the bottom of his towel–were downright sinful.

Wait a minute, was this guy her arch–nemesis? Looking like this?

Whitney could not believe it. A tear of appreciation escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“Got an eyeful yet?” A cool, teasing voice floated down from above her.

yourself away?” The man’s playful yet piercing gaze drifted to the towel

cheeks flamed red. It was not like she

She stammered, trying to turn

amusement lacing his voice. “you’re about to pull off

looked down. Damn it, why was she holding onto one end of

back to him, but as she turned, her foot caught on the rug, and

She exclaimed,

out to catch her as

“Thud.”

opened her eyes to find herself sprawled on top of

utter mortification, her hand was still clutching the towel, now

he was

how

warned her in a

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