The deep, throaty, sexy roar of a vintage sports car pulling outside her flat, caught her attention and she moved quickly over to peek out of the window. She watched, rooted to the spot, as he stepped out of the car, and rose slowly to his full height. Nick Darcy was tall, and sinfully hot. Her breath hitched as his hands ran down his chest, straightened his shirt, then pushed through his glorious, dark blond hair. She briefly imagined touching his toned body as she stood transfixed, greedily drinking in his mouth watering appearance. Pure lust and desire pulsed through her body in crashing waves, and she had to grip on to the sofa to keep herself upright.