But Tara Summer remained unwilling and unconscious of his intentions.
"I'm not your nanny!" This man, doesn't he have his own hands? Throwing off his clothes when he's hot, throwing them on her head and not allowing her to remove them.
Did he think she was a stand-up comic, who he only found satisfactory when she was made a fool?
Tara grabbed the clothes and looked at the shirtless man. She had been too agitated previously to notice, but now her gaze fell on his chest, her heart abruptly skipped a beat.
In the sunlight, the man's naked physique was sturdy and muscular, his bronze skin faintly dripping with sweat. His pectorals, abs, his body was flawless, his toned waist and strong abs had not a hint of fat.
Tara watched in a shocked state, her cheeks growing warmer whether from the heat or something else, she wasn't sure. She shifted her gaze, intending to continue on her way.
