No, this time there was no escape.
The way Ross's eyes lingered on her, the way he slowly crossed the room, every step deliberate—it all told her that tonight would mark a turning point in her life.
Her chest tightened, her hands trembled slightly against her lap, and she drew in a shaky breath.
She didn't need anyone to spell it out. She already knew.
Something big was about to happen to her tonight… and she was right.
Ross stepped out of the shower, a faint trail of steam following him.
A towel hung loosely around his waist, just barely covering his manhood.
Carrie's eyes, almost against her will, traced over his body—his broad shoulders, the sculpted lines of his chest, the sharp ridges of his six-pack abs glistening faintly under the light.
He was tall, powerful, the very image of masculine strength, and her throat went dry. She gulped, heat rushing to her cheeks, and quickly looked away.
