My Little Roomie

“What are you doing in my Condo?” There was no way to describe the stranger gazing across at her with a surprised look. Her thoughts raced as she compared him to a raw unbridled animal ready to pounce on her without giving her fair warning. The powerful masculinity of his attractive features and muscular body left her speechless.
A shock of black hair hung low over his forehead, almost covering the deep brown of his eyes that danced merrily with amusement over her shocked expression. There was no doubt in Hannah’s mind that this man was the most attractive male she had ever laid eyes on. For some reason she felt her pulse beginning to throb with awareness over the sight of his tantalizing body.
“I might ask you the same question,” he eventually answered, slowly reaching for a towel and draping it around his waist. “I’m Ryder Carson. Your name is?”
Hannah still couldn’t utter one word; her tongue felt too thick to speak. The man had her so mesmerized she had to stop to think what her name was.
“Well?” He stepped out of the tub and dripped wetly on the throw rug covering the tiled floor. “What’s your name and what’re you doing in my home?”
His words finally broke the spell she’d fallen under. “Your home? I bought this Condo from a real estate agent last week in Los Angeles. And if you must know, my name is Hannah Richards.”
“How could you buy it when I already own it?” He walked past her and entered another door.
She followed close behind him into a very masculine bedroom, only wanting to clear up the confusion. As she entered, she was in for another shock. He dropped the towel to the floor. Her gaze followed his movements as he walked across the room to a bureau and opened a drawer.
She couldn’t seem to look away from the perfectly shaped, rounded buttocks. Everything about this man named Ryder Carson looked perfect. There wasn’t the usual tan line across his hips and upper thighs, causing her to believe he must sunbathe in the nude. This was a new experience for her. To feel this overwhelmed by a virtual stranger was a definite oddity on her part.
He had to have known she followed him into the room, but it didn’t seem to make any difference as he continued to remove his clothing from the drawer and slip into a pair of shorts. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt as he turned again and his gaze landed on her.
“I see you’re still here, Hannah Richards,” he said in a husky tone.