Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 117177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
His gaze dipped to my chest before flicking back to my face. “You got the T-shirt.”
“Yes.” My cheeks blazed, or at least felt like they did. “Thanks for that. It was really thoughtful of you.”
“Not a problem.” He glanced at his aunt and then back at me. “I’m going to take a shower, but I’ll be down soon.”
I nodded, his hotness rendering me nonverbal.
I’d never been such a sucker for good looks before. It was Chris. It was everything about him.
Richelle cleared her throat, and I realized I’d been staring after him.
Whoops.
I gave her a strained smile, and she returned it with an embarrassingly knowing one.
“Maybe I can look at your ideas so far?” Richelle asked. “While we wait on Chris.”
“Oh. Sure. Um . . . let me just . . .” I pushed back from the table, grateful for the distraction. “My tablet is upstairs in my purse. I’ll be a second.”
I hurried from the room and her too-knowing gaze, shaking my head at my obviousness.
As I approached the guest room, the sound of Chris humming “Hooked on a Feeling” by Blue Swede slowed my steps. He’d put me in the bedroom opposite his. I think I stopped breathing when I realized his door was open.
I definitely stopped breathing when he came into view. His attention was on his cell, not on the voyeur out in the hall, gawking at him in his boxer briefs.
Chris was almost naked.
My throat went dry as I drank in the sight of his muscular body. He had abs. Like actual definition.
And those shoulders. So broad and strong. He looked taller half-naked.
Then he turned, giving me his back, and threw the cell on his bed. Before I could talk myself into doing the decent thing and moving away, he curled his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and suddenly they were around his ankles and he was kicking them off.
His ass.
Oh my.
It was a gift from the gods.
I flushed from head to toe as the muscles in his ass flexed as he strolled across the room to open a drawer in a dresser.
Reality returned, and I realized if his bedroom was set up like the room I’d slept in, he would see me as he walked past the door to get to the bathroom. I could not get caught ogling a client.
I shouldn’t be ogling a client, period!
Hurriedly tiptoeing backward down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest, I was about to release a sigh of relief when my calves hit something big and warm. Suddenly the floor moved beneath my feet, and I let out a yelp of surprise as a bark echoed it.
And I was falling.
I put my hand out to catch myself and felt the pain lash up my wrist from taking the brunt of my impact with the floor. Bandit’s face was suddenly in mine, and I groaned as I tried to avoid his kisses.
“Everything all right out there?” Chris called out.
Oh my God.
I’d just tripped over Bandit because I’d been staring at Chris naked.
“I’m fine.” It sounded weak even to my ears.
Chris hurried out of his room, wearing only a pair of pajama pants, his brows drawn together. He let out a curse at the sight of me on the floor and lowered himself beside me as I pushed myself up. My wrist throbbed, and I flinched.
“Bandit, get off.” Chris gently pulled the dog away by the collar. “What happened? Are you okay?” He brushed my hair off my face, my skin sensitive to the touch of his fingertips.
Mortified, I couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m a klutz. Tripped over the dog. I’m fine.”
“If you’re fine, why are you holding your wrist like that? Let me see.”
He took hold of it, and I winced as a burn of pain flared down the outside of my wrist and arm. I finally allowed myself to meet his concerned gaze. I felt awful for spying on him. An apology was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t get the words out. It was much too embarrassing.
“I think you’ve sprained it. We need to get some ice on it.”
“I’m okay.” I tried to push to my feet, but Chris took over.
I sucked in a breath as he took hold of my good hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist to help me up. It put me against his naked chest. He was still warm and damp from his run.
Swallowing hard, trying to breathe normally, I forced a little distance between us as soon as I was on my feet. “I’m really okay.”
“You will be when we get ice on it,” he replied firmly, not letting go of my hand.
He led me downstairs as I cradled my sore wrist against my chest.
Of course this would happen to me.
The universe was always watching. Karma was always there to give you a swift kick on the ass for ogling a gorgeous, naked astronaut (and client) without his permission.