I wrapped a towel around my hair and stomped out to my closet. A light breeze blew across my back. That was odd.

I spun around and froze.

Standing in front of me was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. And I'd seen a lot.

The man in front of me was exotic. His shaggy black hair fell into his dark eyes with lashes even Nora would envy. A five o'clock shadow covered his jaw. He looked like a rock god.

My mouth dropped open.

Then I remembered I was standing there in nothing but a bra and underwear.

I ripped the towel off my head and attempted to cover myself. "I'm not wearing any clothes," I said stupidly.

He grinned, showing adorable dimples.

Then he tugged at the hem of his linen shirt and pulled it over his head, holding it out for me.