Dance Of Desire

Naomi couldn't believe what she was hearing. The sheer seriousness on his face made her wonder—could this man be any more shameless? Her cheeks burned crimson as her head snapped toward him, only for her breath to catch when he did something completely unexpected.

Before she could react, Zylan tugged at his towel, the fabric sliding dangerously down his body.

"Zylan!" Naomi's voice came out louder than intended, a mix of shock and embarrassment lacing her tone. Her hands flew up instinctively to cover her eyes, but the image was already burned into her mind. She whipped her gaze to the other side, her heart racing, mortified by the thought of what she had nearly seen. What was wrong with this man? Was he trying to seduce her? Here, of all places—in her parents' house, no less!