My breath got stuck somewhere in my throat. I froze. My heart started beating so fast it felt like it was echoing inside my ears.
He looked… unreal.
His chest was broad and muscular, covered with dark hair that curled lightly over his skin. Water still dripped from his shoulders, running down in slow lines. His stomach was flat and toned, the kind you only see in movies or on gym posters. And then there was the V-line leading down into the towel, with a thin happy trail disappearing under the edge.
I swallowed hard and snapped my eyes down to the floor before he caught me staring like some lovesick fool.
“Sir,” I said, my voice coming out a little shaky. “I… um… I brought the wine you asked for.”
He sounded calmer than I felt. “Thank you, Celia.”
I stepped forward just enough to plac
