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The jet behind me pushes me out into the middle of the bubbly water.
I inch back until my back touches the edge again. When I shift to one side to get away from the forceful jet, that’s when I notice him.
Mr. Hunk, from the lobby.
He’s walking toward the hot tub. He’s in the same leather sandals I noticed earlier. His swim trunks almost reach his knees. They’re orange and turquoise, with white drawstrings at his waist.
My eyes inch up to the cuts of twin hip flexors on either side of his chiseled abdomen.
Don’t stare, Hazel.
Oh my goodness… I can’t help it.
His washboard abs give way to perfect pecs and shoulders that ripple as he tosses his towel across the same plastic chair that I used as a landmark for my sandals. He removes his sunglasses and piles them on top of his towel.
When he steps down into the bubbling water, guests graciously make way. Why didn’t I just do that? He didn’t even hesitate for a moment, and it was no problem.
He scans faces with a puzzled expression, starting over on his side of the tub. A curtain of pale, translucent steam separates us.
My nerves kick up when his focus reaches the powerhouse woman beside me.
What if he’s the one who responded to my ad?
Stunt Devil 92. That was the Gmail address. This guy could definitely fit that. He looks capable of performing stunts.
He’s looking around as if he’s supposed to meet someone here, and I posted the dang ad. I need to speak up.
But I can’t.
My throat has gone tight. Butterflies fill my tummy. My cheeks are burning… but that might be because this water is seriously hot.
“Okay, this is going to sound weird,” the handsome guy announces to the entire tub—all dozen of us soakers—in a loud voice that’s audible over the jets. “But did someone here post that ad about the photos?”
A few folks snicker.
I’d laugh if this was all happening to someone else.
I’d avert my gaze and swallow a giggle if his words were totally removed from me and my life.
But this is my life right now.
I nip in my lip and grimace as I raise my hand tentatively. “Um… I did…?”
His green eyes land on mine. And, just like in the lobby, our gazes lock.
The next thing I know, he’s trading places with the big-boned woman beside me. Now, his muscular, bronzed, perfect shoulder is three inches from mine, and his face is so close that I don’t dare turn my head because his good looks might blind me.
He laughs a deep chuckle. “No way.”
At first, I wonder if I heard him wrong. The moving water is a steady rumble in my ears, and people around us have returned to their earlier conversations.
“Hm?” I tuck my hand behind my ear to show I didn’t quite catch his words.
He leans in so he’s closer to me.
Good gracious, he smells nice. Like tropical suntan oil mingling with something muskier, undeniably manly.
“I just can’t believe you put up that ad,” he says. “Go figure.”
