He was sitting under the patio. Only in black pants. Shirt off. Chest bare, and good f*****g Lord, his abs were fire. A silver necklace dangling, glittering along with his earrings. His hair was wet as if he'd just gotten out of the pool. The water trailed down his face, his eyes glasses and the curve of his jaw in a sinful manner giving him that exquisite look that would make heat sink in the depth of your stomach.
Her eyes travelled further, shifting down until his voice broke through her thought.
"Enjoying the show?"
Kyla blinked, face almost red. "I... I didn't know you... were home."
"Of course I am." He stood, grabbing his black shirt and putting it on. "Come out; we need to talk."
"What. No. I just got into the pool. You can't leave for almost a week and expect to throw comman
