CHAPTER 62

  Immediately, her jaw dropped slightly like an unhinged door when she took in his half naked glory. To say the least, the only piece of clothing standing between her and a naked walking sex god was a gossamery towel.

  As much as she wanted to look away, she couldn't. She remained transfixed in her spot as though she had been superglued like a figurine on a display shelf. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the ravishing masterpiece of a sculpture which, by sheer good luck or horrible bad luck, was being prominently displayed in front of her—for free!

  His raven black hair was wet and trails of water formed a path down his neck, past his Adam's apple, all the way across his broad chest and taut abs – making his tanned torso scintillate in the moonlight.

  Could this man get any more beautiful?