““He lowered his arm and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t think so, bella. I think I’ll end up exactly where I need to be.” The shirt came off and his tan muscles flexed as he threw the shirt on the sofa next to her. She backed away as if the garment itself could be her undoing. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked, unable to keep her eyes off him. The tattoo covering his right bicep trailed its way across his shoulder, onto his chest and down his right side. “Getting to work,” he replied and walked towards her.””
