Copyright 2012 Pamela D. Bowerman
A DANGEROUS SPIRAL
Her new neighbor’s door opened. Lavender stared at the most incredibly sculpted though sweaty chest she’d ever seen. Tyler towered over her, naked from the waist up with his faded jeans slung low on his hips. She lifted her gaze to well-defined pecs with a smattering of black chest hair. Muscles bunched, and a Rose Bowl tattoo adorned his right upper arm. Despite the muscles, he looked lean and ready for action. Lavender licked dry lips, imagining the kind of action a man like that might be ready for.
Damn, but he had a fine body. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Too gorgeous for his own good.
Or for hers.