Even Aaron Xavier's hair was damp from the rain. A casual swipe of his hand sent water droplets scattering.
He took off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side.
Zoe Pierce, however, felt an invasive aura emanating from him.
The next moment, Aaron Xavier approached Zoe Pierce.
His skin was still damp. He silently took her slender fingers and pressed them against his solid abs. "I'm not so bad myself, Zoe Pierce."
'If this is what she likes, I can give it to her anytime.'
Now that he was so close, a simple glance downward was enough to see the valley of her cleavage.
So fair and pale.
His Adam's apple bobbed. He clamped his other hand on Zoe Pierce's shoulder. "Anything he can do, I can do."
The sensation under her hand made Zoe want to recoil. She had never seen Aaron Xavier act like this—so deferential, humbling himself before her.
