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Aless stopped pacing around the coffee table and, all of a sudden, she felt very much like a tramp. "Well...I didn't actually say seduce. Did I?"
An awkward silence followed as they both thought back to five minutes ago.
Tyler lifted a lone eyebrow. "You didn't?"
Aless sighed. She couldn't remember, either. She'd been a little tongue-tied when the living sculpture-aka Tyler-had opened the door, gloriously bare-chested and wearing only a pair of low-slung drawstring linen pajama pants. The pants were so low-slung and sheer, in fact, that Aless could clearly make out the dark V of hair starting just under Tyler's flat, bronzed navel, a tidbit which was playing havoc with her mind since she'd never seen a man partly naked before. Plus, Tyler was not just any man. He looked more like Alexander Skarsgard younger brother. The hotter one. Good thing their friendship made Aless immune.
"Okay, maybe I did say that, I can't remember." Aless shook her head and fought to get back on track.
His eyes-green like the leaves of the oaks outside-flared slightly in concern.
( Just a tidbit taste of my story, if you want to know more, you can go on reading... Love you'll)