In her haste, Karen dropped the glass she’d just filled to water the plants in the living room. “Oh shoot! Now I must clean up this mess. I don’t have time for this,” she groaned, going to the shed in the kitchen to retrieve the mop, broom, and dustpan.
Just as Dominic Peretti, Jr. turned off the water and stepped out the shower he heard a crashing sound. I know some fool is not breaking up in here in broad daylight. Snatching a thick white towel from its holder, Dom didn’t bother to dry off as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
Slowly opening the bathroom door, he stealthily made his way into Ava’s bedroom to get the golf club she kept propped up against the wall for protection. Gripping the handle tight, Dom raised the golf club high up over his left shoulder as he made his way into the kitchen. As he turned entering the kitchen, he stopped cold in his tracks.
He couldn’t tell who the lovely specimen was as she was bending over grumbling something about kids being late. It didn’t matter who she was at that moment. All Dom cared about was the shapely derriere, curvy hips, and gorgeous legs that he could feast his eyes on thanks to the denim shorts she wore. He was further turned on by the smooth milk chocolate coloring of her exposed back, courtesy of the lemon-yellow halter top she wore.
Dom tried to fight it, but he just couldn’t. What was a man to do? Any red-blooded man’s body would respond the same way his was doing right now. The best thing to do would be to ease out of the room before he embarrassed the lovely specimen.
He didn’t know if it was fate or what. But before he could slip out of the room unnoticed as easily as he had slipped in, she stood and swiftly spun around as if she knew someone was watching her.
Karen let out a blood curdling scream as she looked up and locked eyes with the tall, bronze, half naked, glistening, aroused – yes aroused! – beauty of a man. She had never seen so many rippling muscles in all her life.
She didn’t know if she should throw the shards of glass in his face and run for her life, or if she should stay and confront him. Right now, she couldn’t figure out which to do because the man was taking her breath away.