Josh slid into a pair of jeans and a form-fitting tank top that showed his muscles off to good advantage. He glanced at himself in the mirror and was both pleased and repelled by the devastatingly handsome but soulless image staring back at him. He could smile all he wanted, move so his muscles rippled, run a hand through his gleaming and carefully tousled hair, but nothing could hide the emptiness in his eyes. No amount of straining to smile bigger and wider could mask that the smile never matched the emptiness of his gaze.
Yet people never seemed to notice the disparity. Maybe that was because they seldom got above his shoulders when they checked him out. Hell, many of them didn’t even get above his waist!
He paused for a moment when he heard the knock on his door, drawing in a deep br
