Jane knew she had to look away. Damn! She screamed in her head. She should really look away, but her eyes were glued. There was no way to unsee what she had just seen. Her eyes soaked up the details like a dry sponge dropped in a tub full of warm, soothing water.
And the details were nice. Seriously worth a second or third look. Jane would probably be on her tenth look, except she hadn’t looked away since she opened the door. He was six feet of perfect muscle formation. His strong legs kept him upright even as one hand was braced against the shower stall wall. It was where the second hand had frozen that caused her throat to dry up in a heartbeat.
It was definitely very rude to stare at someone ‘taking care of business’, she thought, giving herself a half-hearted mental slap. Not that hi
