Karen gulped, her throat suddenly going dry at his request. However, she responded with a dutiful nod before approaching him timidly, gripping the clothes like a frightened kitten. Dressing him slowly, Karen shut her eyelids in a futile means to avoid glimpsing at the seductive manliness of Damion's athletic physique.

Despite her caution, her treacherous eyes wandered, inadvertently drawn to the chiseled lines of his broad chest and the bulging triceps of his big, muscular arms. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight and her knees went weak, reduced to a quivering mess.

Karen loathed the way her body responded to his presence and the sparks that flew beneath...