Eight-pack abs. Perfect V-cut lines.
The lines traced down from his abs, dipping lower, drawing her gaze into dangerous territory...
Overhead, a rough male voice shattered her moment of appreciation.
"What are you staring at?"
Cynthia flashed a sheepish smile and quickly looked away. "N-nothing, Mr. Holloway. Why don't you get dressed? I'll wait outside."
She made to leave, but the man in front of her stepped closer, leaning in until his eyes were level with hers.
"Are you comparing me to someone else in your head?"
Cynthia shook her head, honest and emphatic. "No. Absolutely not."
He was, without question, the most well-built man she'd ever seen—better than any of those half-naked guys who kept popping up in her social media feed lately.
Dominic's brow arched, his handsome face drawing even closer to hers.
Cynthia held her ground, stiffening her neck. The last thing she wanted was for Dominic to mistake her composure for guilt.
They were so close now; the air between them was thick with his overwhelming magnetism.
She'd managed to keep her cool until now, but suddenly, a flush crept up her cheeks.
Honestly, who could survive an onslaught like Mr. Holloway's good looks?
Dominic caught the pink blooming across her face and smiled, clearly pleased.
"So, what do you think?" His low, husky voice curled around her, seductive and impossible to ignore.
Cynthia's face burned. Her mind felt as if it were short-circuiting.
"Mr. Holloway, you have the best physique of any man I've ever seen."
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