Cynthia stood frozen at a spot just looking at this devil. He was saying something to her but it was inaudible to Cynthia because all her brain could process was how good-looking he was like this guy could compete with Sinclair, if not even more charming than Sinclair who she thought was the most handsome man she had met before.
He only had trousers on while his chest was bare which made her wondered if he wasn't cold although it was already late in the morning probably 11 am.
Every inch of muscle was perfectly sculptured and in the right proportion. Let's not forget those long legs that will make you scream Daddy. Then to go with just a gorgeous body which Cynthia couldn't find the right words to describe properly was a face to die for. She never knew someone's nose could be so perfect.
