Chapter 23 She Wasn't Easily Fazed By Good Looks

The man was bare from the waist up, sweat glazing his tan skin and catching the corridor light in a heated sheen. His abs were sharply defined, his waist tapering into a deep V-line, and every line of muscle spoke of power and raw appeal. He wore only black workout shorts, the waistband sitting just below the V-line, which somehow made his core look even more explosive. When Rosalie's eyes dropped lower, her breath caught. For all her supposed composure, her face fired hot in an instant. She yanked her gaze away, her heart thudding like a drum she couldn't quiet. The man standing before her was none other than her husband, Julian. He clearly hadn't expected her either. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. "You live here too?" His voice was low and a little breathless from exertion, brushing over her ears like a feather. Rosalie pulled her nightgown tight at the collar and tried to look unfazed. "Yeah. I'm downstairs. So, were you working out or..." She couldn't help let