Jasmine’s POV
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Ten men stared at me, and the room felt warmer than the cabin, warmer than the bath, warmer than anything in my memory. My brain couldn’t decide if I was embarrassed, shocked, or just overwhelmed by the sight in front of me.
I blinked slowly, wondering if I had somehow died in the bathroom and arrived in some strange version of heaven. Or maybe the mountains were playing tricks on me. My eyes darted from one face to another. Each of them looked different, but all of them were beautiful in their own way. Strong jaws. Confident eyes. Rough edges softened by the glow of firelight.
I had never seen so many attractive men sitting together at one table.
Never in my life.
Not at business events, not at conferences, not at parties hosted
