Chapter Forty

Natasha's POV

It wasn't the first time I had seen Lorenzo in nothing but a towel but it felt like it was. I'd seen him shirtless and in just a towel before and I was having the same reaction as I had had then… speechless.

I couldn't help but salivate at his perfectly sculpted physique as my eyes devoured his washboard six packs and chest that rivaled mine.

My hands began to move from where it stood by my side, wanting to touch them but I quickly stopped.

My mind screamed at me to compose myself but it was hard to do so when there was a perfect specimen of a man standing before me smelling like he was fresh out of the shower and he'd showered with ambrosia.

I felt the urge to close the distance between us and press my body against his to properly take in his scent, the only thing that stopped me was the look he was giving me and my dignity, the little left.

"Where were you last night?" He asked, his voice a bit more hostile than I was used to.

Usually he was more teasing and playful a