"Get out! she cried as she grappled to hide behind the towel.
"I'm sorry, he said as he began to back out of the bathroom.
"You jerk! the woman cried.
The words vibrated against the bathroom's steamy walls as Jack's hand faltered on the doorknob.
Who the hell was she to call him a jerk? He was in his own cottage and she, this luscious woman, was the trespasser.
As she wrapped the towel around herself, Jack held his ground. He ordered his eyes not to notice just how little the towel covered. She held it over her breasts but she was too tall to hide everything. Jack couldn't help but notice the dark V between her thighs just below the edge of the towel.
"This is my property. I have every right to be here. He tried to sound as firm as he could, ignoring the fact there was something even more firm happening south of his brain.
Jack loathed how his body reacted to the sight of the woman.
Long lashes batted over brilliant blue eyes as she gazed back at him. Water dripped from her long blond hair over her high cheekbones. "Can we please have this discussion after I'm dressed?"
Jack considered her request. Why should he? She was the trespasser. And he quite enjoyed looking at her.
Yet, as she struggled to hide her sweet flesh from his gaze, he couldn’t help but make a few concessions.
If he used this kind of logic in his practice as a lawyer in Toronto, he would surely be a lost man. He just couldn't seem to resist.
Jack cleared his throat, hoping he'd sound firm as he spoke. "You have five minutes. One second longer, and I'm calling the cops."
