Page 36 of Risks of Temptation
My face burns. I recognize beautiful, sexy, and dirty old man but nothing else.
The zipper opening on the tent door hits my ears. We both turn. "Knock, knock," Zoe's voice calls out.
"Come in," I say.
She steps in. Her eyes are wet. "Sorry. Am I interrupting?"
"No. Are you all right?" Malin asks.
She smiles. "Yeah. Emilia, did you still want to do yoga?"
I nod. "Sure."
"Okay. Should I ask the other girls if they want to join us?"
"Please."
She leaves, and Malin picks up his backpack. He digs in it and removes a pair of shorts.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
The danger I saw last night returns to his eyes. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt.
Holy shit.
"I'm getting ready for yoga. Since I've seen you topless, figure it's not fair for me to hide." He unties his boots, kicks them off, then unbelts his pants and drops them.
I gape at every part of his body. His chest has light hair I want to run my fingers through. A six-pack, perfect V, and hard pecs could be out of a magazine. The bulge at his crotch makes my mouth go dry.
He steps into his shorts, and an amused grin fills his face. "Show me what you got, ma belle."
