32

Erin glanced at the clock and winced. Seven pm. The obnoxious man was clearly taking no chances if he was already at her door.

Another knock sounded and she sighed, tempted to bury her head under the pillow. Instead, she dragged herself from bed, fastening the ties of her silk robe and padded barefoot to open the door.

As expected, Ethan stood there, looking particularly ravishing in a dark suit and red tie that contrasted nicely with the cream shirt he wore underneath. Erin swallowed, overwhelmed by the powerful aura of cool, handsome and confidence he exuded.

He looked at her, noting the state of undress and sighed. "Figures you'll make it difficult."

Oh dear sweet heaven. The man looked good enough to devour. Preferably served naked on her Egyptian cotton sheets with a bottle of wine and loads of condoms ready for a night of sin.