Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

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.

are you so satisfied with the view that you can’t tear yourself away?” The man’s playful yet piercing

was not like she meant to gawk at

She stammered, trying to turn

he drawled, amusement lacing his voice. “you’re about to pull off my

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

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

She exclaimed,

out to

“Thud.”

find

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

meant he was

suddenly realized just how compromising their

warned her in a husky