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.

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

like she meant to gawk at that particular

trying

voice. “you’re about to pull

confusion, then looked down. Damn it, why

as she turned, her foot caught on the rug, and she stumbled,

exclaimed,

He frowned, reaching out to catch her as she

“Thud.”

her eyes to find

her hand was still clutching the

he

realized just how compromising

warned her in

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