As Yvonne came out of the shower, she sneezed repeatedly.

She rubbed her nose and wondered if she had upset someone. Why did it feel like someone was talking behind her back?

She sat on the bed with crossed legs. Her mind wandered as she dried her hair with a towel.

The image of Stephen guiding her hand to unbutton his shirt flashed in her mind again.

With each button that came undone, his toned abs had slowly come into view.

They were perfectly balanced—not too flabby or lean. They were just the right blend of masculine strength and irresistible charm.

When Yvonne realized her heart was racing, she snapped back to reality. She cupped her warm cheeks with both hands.

"Yvonne, you have seen everything, haven’t you? Can't you handle a bit of physical attraction?

"You’re wealthy enough to hire dozens of male models for an ab show at a club.

"Yes, that's right. Why obsess over a guy's physique?" Yvonne muttered to herself and then took a deep breath.

But once she composed herse