She sees Gabriel standing there, gazing at her body, and instantly Claire's heart lodges in her throat. She tries to speak but nothing comes out.
Gabriel, on the other hand, is simply stunned, as though bitten by a snake. He's never thought Claire Monteverde would look like this underneath all those clothes. Okay, he really did have an inkling—he very well remembers that scene at his mansion, during that messy pool party that Michelle Alcantara ruined, when Claire bared her flawless bikini bod.
But this—this is an entirely different level of awesomeness. Not even his old jadedness could shake off his intense excitement. The sight of Claire standing in the bedroom as naked as the day she was born was like a shotgun blast to his senses—that is, if shotgun blasts look like Cupid's arrow.
"Uhh," Gabriel clears his throat. "You're not wearing anything, Claire."
