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.

can’t tear yourself away?” The man’s playful yet piercing gaze drifted to the towel

was not like

She stammered, trying to

his voice. “you’re about

confusion, then looked down. Damn it, why was

but as she turned, her foot caught on the rug, and she stumbled, causing the towel to unravel from around

exclaimed, eyes shut

He frowned, reaching out to catch her as

“Thud.”

find herself sprawled on top

the towel, now draped across her back and covering them

meant he was

how compromising

her in a

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