Back in the confines of his office, Ares ran a hand around the back of his neck. He had been taken too much by surprise by her appearance, and he was having difficulty putting the images of her body out of his head.
The last thing he needed right now was a libido brought to life by a woman who stood in the way of his destiny. A woman who threatened the delicate balance he strived to attain in his life. He knew what he should be doing with Jodie Mickelson, and it wasn't anything remotely sexual. But already the blood running through his veins felt hot; his heart picked up a rhythm and, as if possessed, when he closed his eyes, all he could imagine was going back to her room, shoving Ms. Van out the door, and then returning to unwrap the towel around her body. He wanted to wrap her long hair around his hand, then bend down to take that lush, soft mouth with his.
