A voice, caught between anger and surprise, made her freeze in place.
Wendy's head swiveled towards the sound.
Several feet away stood the hotel suite's inhabitant, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, having obviously indulged in a midnight shower just like she had done it moments ago.
His sudden appearance and spectacular body weren't what made her gasp, though.
Staring and staring, she could feel her pulse hammering a staccato rhythm that made her light-headed.
This was the first time she had seen him without sunglasses, and now she knew why he chose to wear them day and night.
His irises sparkled in an impossible shade of blue, reminding her of a glittering turquoise tourmaline.
How could anyone's eyes shimmer like that, as if somebody had switched on a tiny light bulb behind translucent skin?
Read the blurb here.