Of course, what she also saw was Nasim, lying on one of those chaise longues, dark sunglasses covering his eyes, torso bare to the bright sun overhead.
Damn.
It was hard not to stare. He hadn’t put on suntan oil or anything that she could tell, but his skin still seemed to glisten in the sunlight. Maybe that was just sweat.
Since the last thing she wanted was for him to think she’d been standing there and gawking at him, she cleared her throat as she approached and said, “Hey.”
Nasim sat up, although he didn’t remove his sunglasses. “Hello, Bailey. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
He seemed so relaxed, whereas she felt like a bundle of nerves. Stupid, because it wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen plenty of half-naked guys during her career, even ones whose bodies were almost as good as Nasim’s
