Chapter 23 She Wasn’t Easily Fazed By Good Looks
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Chapter 23 She Wasn’t Easily Fazed By Good Looks
The man was bare from the waist up, sweat glazing his tan skin and catching the corridor light in a heated
sheen.
His abs were sharply defined, his waist tapering into a deep V-line, and every line of muscle spoke of power and raw appeal.
He wore only black workout shorts, the waistband sitting just below the V-line, which somehow made his core look even more explosive.
When Rosalie’s eyes dropped lower, her breath caught.
For all her supposed composure, her face fired hot in an instant.
She yanked her gaze away, her heart thudding like a drum she couldn’t quiet.
The man standing before her was none other than her husband, Julian.
He clearly hadn’t expected her either. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. “You live here too?”
His voice was low and a little breathless from exertion, brushing over her ears like a feather.
Rosalie pulled her nightgown tight at the collar and tried to look unfazed.
“Yeah. I’m downstairs. So, were you working out or…”
She couldn’t help letting her mind run wild again. She glanced past him into the apartment.
Was his boyfriend inside? The noise had sounded like more than one person was there.
“Did I keep you up?” Julian asked.
“Yeah,” she admitted, embarrassed. “It was… kind of loud.”
“Sorry. I’ll keep it down.”
‘It’s fine. You can go on.” She forced a smile and silently prayed he would not.
Since she kept sneaking looks into the place, he simply opened the door wider. “Want to try a set with me?
He looked over the slender outline of her figure beneath the nightgown. She really was on the thin side.
She could use a bit more exercise.
Rosalie heard the words, and her mind went blank, as if it had exploded.
What did he mean by that? Was he interested in her, too?
Panic rushed through her. She took a few steps back, her cheeks burning. “No! No, thanks! I’m good! Really good!”
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She waved her hands frantically, afraid that if she lingered even a moment longer, he might pull her inside. “I… I have an early morning! You should get some sleep, too! Night!”
Then, she bolted.
Julian watched her retreat with an amused lift of his brows. The mood to work out fizzled. He pushed the weights into a corner and headed for the shower.
A moment later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Rosalie all but fled into her own apartment and slammed the door. She pressed her back to it and gulped air, palm flattening over her racing heart.
Oh my God! Of all people, it had to be Julian upstairs!
Her mind replayed the image on a loop-his bare chest, damp hair, sculpted abs, and that V-line…
The build, the presence, the quiet dominance in the way he moved and carried himself… He was definitely
a top!
“Get a grip,” she muttered, patting her overheated cheeks. “Calm down, Rosalie!”
He had a ridiculous body and a face to match. But she wasn’t easily fazed by good looks.
But then, she heard it again in her head, the casual way he had asked to try a set with her, and her knees went weak all over again.
