Claire Sinclair subconsciously covered her mouth and gulped, her face flushing red again.
'Oh my god, so mortifying.'
...
When Adrian Quincy came out of the shower, he was naked. He walked to the wardrobe to find something to wear. This was clearly his bedroom; Claire Sinclair had spent a night here before.
His back was to her. He was impressively tall, well over six feet, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders. Several old scars remained on his tanned skin, looking somewhat savage, yet they unexpectedly gave him a wild sort of sex appeal.
As he got dressed, the muscles in his arms rippled, making every movement seem infused with power.
'Last night, I think I touched him in a lot of places. He felt pretty good... And he touched me, too...'
'Jeez, what am I even reminiscing about? So embarrassing!'
Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when the man suddenly spoke. "You should go shower. I'll have someone bring you clothes in a bit."
