His voice washed over her like static electricity, giving her spine tremors and leaving her skin with goosebumps.
He was standing too close for comfort. Lorenzo, his name did suit him, she thought. It brought to mind images of sexy men with dark midnight hair, which was exactly what he was.
She took a cautious step backwards, landing her at the threshold of the ensuite bathroom. Which was a good reminder that she was still in a towel. She tightened her grip on the towel and glared up into his face.
“I wouldn’t say it has been a pleasure meeting you on my part.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “I can’t say I blame you. And it doesn’t bother me, either way.” He casually stepped away from her and walked to the other end of the room.
“I still need clothes.”
He chuckled again and looked at her
