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

It was not like she meant to gawk at

stammered, trying to

voice. “you’re

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

turned, her foot caught on the rug, and she

Sorry!” She exclaimed, eyes

to catch her

“Thud.”

her eyes to find

still clutching the towel, now

meant he was

suddenly realized just how compromising their

he warned her in a husky

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